I never knew that I was the kind of person who relished cloudy days. I once dated a guy who called them “perfect”, and I thought he was crazy. One of my favorite co-workers of all time used to get so upset when there were no clouds appearing in the wide open Texan sky, and I thought she was bonkers. But as I was strolling along the water this weekend I realized-the day wouldn’t have been as delicious if the sun was out. Cloudy days make you want to either hole up at home with a good book and cup of tea, or put on a warm scarf and pair of boots and go exploring. I went with the latter option this weekend, and it was spellbinding.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again-one thing that I love most about London is how eclectic it is. This week’s exploration activities began among tattoos and piercings, mohawks and punk. But once you hit the walkway along Regent’s Canal, you’re transported to another world. The path is busy with people walking, jogging, biking. And yet, it’s silent. You’re in the heart of one of the world’s most important cities, but you feel utterly anonymous. Isolated, even. The clouds reach from up above to wrap you up in your anonymity, and you feel enlightened. Essays, reading lists, dissertations-they are all figments of your imagination at this moment in time. And it’s moments like this that your soul needs most desperately, because you can only be crammed inside a headspace consisting only of academia for so many hours in one week. Without these moments you feel less empowered, less like yourself. Because it was the wanderlust that brought you here, after all. And it is this wanderlust that you have to envelop yourself in so you can let go of the emotions that boil up from a stressful day.
So here are a couple of photos from my enlightenment on cloudy days. I apologize if I’ve ever mocked you for your love of them, because I think they are the days when magic is most achievable.