One of my favourite bits of Suffolk is the sky. It is not like sky I've seen in other places. It's is constantly changing and expressing itself in new ways. One minute beaming at you with sunshine, the next enthusiastically dowsing you with showers. Up on the 6th floor, I can watch the changes moving across the landscape. It is suspiciously like looking up into a massive underwater tank filled with strange sky creatures. Small shoals of cumulus, imposing lone banks of cloud. Thunderstorms swimming slowly across the plains like large, ill-defined whales. The constant play of light as it is affected by its interactions with things above you. Whole weather systems which pass by in the distance.
Yesterday the sky turned into a lid, and sat heavily over all Suffolk - mourning the passing of summer I think and pondering how it would approach the comming seasons. Shall I take it easy and just keep them bound in mild grey until April? Should I make an extra effort and give them days worth wollies? What if I drop the occasional bit of weak sunshine into a weekday?
Posted by carla at September 24, 2004 05:30 AM