Season

When you finish reading this post, I'd like you to do something for me. Is that okay? You probably want to know what it is first, before you agree to it. What I want you to do is close your eyes.

Close your eyes, not tight, just enough to keep the real world outside for a minute.

Think a warm thought. Imagine the heat of a mid morning sun hitting your torso. You're wearing a dark top, so the warmth spreads out and envelopes you. Perhaps there's the slightest hint of your skin starting to react with a prickling of sweat. There's a slight breeze too, so the sweat is welcome, not unpleasant. It's not too hot, but the main thing is that it's definitely not cold.

There is a new light, and it is a deep, golden yellow. It suits the temperature perfectly. There isn't even a suggestion of blueness to it.

Everything you can hear is clear and sharp, as if the new light is a better conductor for the sound. It's all a few feet closer than it was, and it's no longer hidden behind a closed door or a pane of glass. Infused with the warmth and the light, all the sounds you hear seem good. A scrunch of gravel under a car tyre, the screech of a bird, the breeze through the leaves.

This is how I felt today.

This is how I felt sat in a nondescript office on a run down trading estate.

This is how I felt because spring is coming.