Summer’s lease is a short one but that is simply a reason to enjoy the premises it demises every day of summer. It is hard to imagine my London in winter today, difficult to think of winds blowing cold and rain in my face when the sun shines and the skies are blue with very few clouds.
We live inside the seasons and perhaps are thankful for that. Places without seasons have other variety but those temperate regions where in a year we can feel rain, snow, ice, wind, dull cool, warmth and then heat until the cycle returns are the places that inspire.
Old folk go south when old bones ache in the hope of feeling less pain and living more conveniently, but sometimes a little discomfort enables a person to think better, more clearly and more deeply.