This morning’s ablutions: the day being overcast and gloomy, I needed the light on for the first time in about a week. As I turned it on, I was struck by a feeling of sadness, of limit; the artificial light emphasising its own failure to be a sun, and reminding me of shorter duller days. The possibility, the freshness of summer morning sun, all gone.
Never found it so palpable before. I know it’s all associative mood memory, but I really felt it this morning, standing in the bathroom.
