summertime – Pure and Simple

Well… that was yesterday.

Honestly, I didn’t really notice the difference nor did I try to register the moment.

Over the last few days, the day wasn’t only long, it was also hot; too hot to care about the addition of a few more minutes.

The Uk sun has no equivalent, even the Egyptian sun would shy away before it.

Really, this English sun goes straight into your eyes, and you can’t escape it.

It feels so close, like your shadow following you everywhere.

And these days, it likes to linger until ten pm.

This cheeky yellow-orange sun hangs in the sky and smiles at you as if to say, it’s still too early to go to bed.

‘But it’s almost ten,’ you moan, wanting so much to push it down.

Instead, you yawn, rub your eyes, and yawn again.

And then, you start scrolling online.

Everyone is talking about the heat, turning it into a heatwave with warnings and precautions.

And people start complaining.

Why?

Because it is so hot.

But we have been crying our eyes out because of the long winter and the cold spring.

We have been longing for some warmth and some sunshine.

Yes, the sun has been more generous, but it’s finally summertime, with its short nights, long days, and this memorable longest day which I barely noticed.

With summertime thoughts,

Nahla

It’s April, and how it arrived so quickly, I’ve no idea.

But according to the calendar: it’s officially the first of April.

But why are you stretching the heavy blanket of winter?

You’re supposed to bring spring with its warm sun, blue sky, and colourful flowers.

Up to this very moment, it’s freezing cold here,

and rainy,

and the only colourful flowers are the ones in the supermarkets.

Not only that, you’re bringing along news of an unexpected guest: the wind.

She’s planning a short stay for two days soon, I heard.

Honestly, earlier that day, I thought it might be one of your fool tricks.

But no — it wasn’t.

You’ve just announced, clear and clean, that winter’s mood is still on.

But March announced that the summertime is already here,

with a promise of long, bright days.

What’s wrong this year?

If you had a fight with long March,

or if you’re simply confused by the chaos in the world,

please don’t make us scapegoats for others’ madness.

Anyway, welcome April—

and thank you for the spark of sun that shone just as I finished this post.

Is this a promise of new hope.

Please be kind.

With kind and hopeful thoughts,

Nahla

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