The power that the weather has on my mood is pretty remarkable at times. Whether it be psychologically ingrained into the fabric of my being, or indeed not, I will always argue that a sunny day will invariably be a happier one than a day spent cowering below a lifeless grey sheet. Blue-sky sunny days slide into nights aglow with stars whilst miserable grey days breed only lifeless blackness.
It makes me wonder, how much of what is perceived through my very human eyes is affected by factors that I may not even consider on the day to day. How much of my inability to avoid frustration when a car drives through a red light, on an overcast day, is attributable back to the dankness of the day? On a sunny day I may instead simply sigh at the drivers inability to uphold the rules and smile, knowing that I am safe and enjoying the fact that I have not been killed by said drivers ineptitude.
The key takeaway is that perhaps on the next day that the sun is hidden away, I’ll allow myself a little more space for frustration.
My mood may be less in my control than I realize.