Friday, 26 May 2017

losing its identity, 26/May/17

it's hard to remember how hot it can be when it's cold.... and it's hard to remember how cold it can be when it's hot.... weather is a kind of magic... a mystery... frustrating and awesome..... we give it names, for the different things it does, the temperaments of temperature it manifests as defined by designated times of the year, all coordinated and strictly aligned in annual quarters arbitrarily called seasons.... we laden it with expectations and as such complain when it doesn't follow the rules, do how we forecast or presume...... to it we attribute emotions, anthropomorphise its mood and mood-swings........ always glaring up at the sky when needing to curse at it or maybe even thank it........... it's afforded a solidity, even a stability of state from which variations can then me measured and observed, poked and prodded.... our lab-rat....... provided a tangibility that simply isn't there, hence why we name it...... know its name and own it...... it's the ultimate fall-guy, to name and shame, the ultimate excuse for every wrong and ill, and even being late... or early........... every day reinforcing and redefining our love-hate relationship with its moveable feast........ fixing labels to which we expect it to fully abide, cooperate, and when it won't it's elevated to the status of 'act of god'........ it's our porridge, either too hot or too cold... earth may sit in an astronomical 'goldilocks zone' but the weather never does...... too wet or too dry........ we tell it's fortune dressing guesstimates as fact when the only thing with weather there is with any surety is it's changeable.... and frequently losing its identity........

© robert greig 2017

1 comment:

Martin Kloess said...

"and frequently losing its identity........" if it ever had one.