The Rain Will Come Soon But The Greyness Remains
It’s grey.
A heavy, claustrophobic kind of a day, warm and unexpectedly dry. The rain will come soon, driving those brave enough to venture outside into socially distanced shops and risk assessed cafe’s, with masks and track and trace apps required. Our world of grey, of depressingly cancelled pre-Christmas delight, of tiers and bubbles and of no physical contact, is feeling today exactly as it looks.
This year has changed this world of ours, changed it into something different, not quite right, a thing we recognise but somehow don’t know.
And from the bridge, taking stock before the rains began, I knew that the village, even the church by the pond, seemed different to how it had been before. And it felt, for a moment, like the surrounding greyness had seeped, somehow, deep into our collective spirit and the end had never seemed further away.
