Irish weather is renowned for its schizophrenic nature and today was no exception. The evenings are getting darker and the leaves are starting to fall, giving the place a distinctly autumnal feel. Christmas is a mere three months away (there, I said it) and there have already been some heavy handed hints in the Black household about yours truly venturing into the roof space to locate the Christmas decorations. It truly has been the strangest of years.
I ran this morning at 06:00 am and, upon opening the front door, was greeted by darkness and drizzle. So much for an Indian summer then, I thought sullenly, as I battled through the deluge and dodged the sizeable puddles on my allotted route. The dreary conditions continued as I made my way into Belfast until I found the drier climes of my office. There I bunkered down until lunchtime, glued to my computer, utterly aware as to what was going on outside.
Imagine my surprise then when I ventured out this afternoon to find the sun splitting the rocks, had there been any rocks to split. You could have fried an egg on the square outside the office and on my walk through the city I was greeted by blue skies, sun bathers and shoppers who had resurrected their summer wardrobe for one final hurrah. I felt woefully out of place in my long sleeved shirt, jacket and snood. I was as hot as a baked potato by the time I reached the train station.
It no doubt will be snowing this time tomorrow or icebergs will be sighted floating up Belfast Lough. You never can tell with the Irish weather where we are well used to four seasons in one day. Why am I surprised I ask myself? In a year that gave us COVID-19 nothing is surprising anymore. Be prepared for anything and assume nothing. For to assume makes an ‘ass’ out of ‘u’ and ‘me.’ Or something like that. Hope you are safe and well today, wherever in the world you are.