Indian Summer

Unexpected sunshine.

That is the promise of an Indian Summer - the song of that title is another co-write, this time with Gary Carey - a few days of sunbathing at a moment in the year when we were expecting everything to turn a little bit dreich. Today it is dreich. But when the sunshines unexpectedly it is an undoubted bonus. A surprise. It literally warms our souls.

However, I’m trying to approach life without any expectations right now. And to accept the good and the bad with equanimity. That’s a lot of lifetime habits to undo. Ones filled full with hopes, expectations, and a very definite and quite reasonable preference for good over bad. My definitions of course. But usually involving wanting the weather to be different than it is.

So all of that expectation is still very much a part of me. In-built. That’s OK.

But it’s nice, these days, to be not so completely dependent, for the state of my mood, upon the vagaries of the climate, or any of the multitude of variables in life of which I have no control.

At least some of the time.

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