Weather and change

People say London has bad weather.

To which I usually frown and reply: “You haven’t seen Moscow!” Truly, the city of my childhood has the worst weather on the planet. Perhaps surpassed only by Saint Petersburg. In fact, where I am from, there’s a saying that “nature doesn’t have bad weather.” (Probably because Russia has such shitty weather all year round.)

And all of this, I am sure, has left its mark on me. There’s a certain quality to cold weather – the gray cold mornings, when all you want to do is cover yourself with a blanket and drink hot coffee, – that I enjoy.

October is the best. It’s not winter yet but it’s already cold enough to wear a coat. With your collar up. Perhaps even with a scarf.

It’s the perfect time to walk around and brood, swimming in the sweet melancholy that always comes with the changing seasons, listening to sad songs in your Spotify playlist, maybe smoke a cigarette or two, assessing the meaning of everything in the cloud of white smoke that evaporates into thin air.

If you ask me, I’ll say that in-between seasons – that is, spring and fall – are when real life happens. Because, after all, all life is change. And when you see change (either trees blossoming or leaves falling down), you see life.

I’ll usually become much more productive in fall and spring. I’ll have new ideas, I’ll start new projects, I’ll want to change something, including myself, perhaps to stay in tune with the changing environment around me. After all, humans are inseparable from nature. If the world around us changes and turns, rises and falls, why shouldn’t we do as well?

That’s one reason why I don’t like to live in warm places. Places like California, Egypt, Turkey, Asia – where it’s summer all year round. I know, swimming in the sea all year long might sound wonderful as a concept, but in truth, we all need to witness change to feel alive. Stagnation is death.

That’s the reason I love London weather. The weather in London changes faster than your Instagram feed (giving people in England something nice to talk about). Watching it rain, then shine, then rain again in a span of a single hour teaches you to be flexible and never assume that anything will last forever. And this, if you think about it, is nothing but hope. The acceptance of possibility.

Anything can happen. Nothing is forever. Everything is in flux.

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