I Saw the Sun on Thursday and I’m Not Sure I’ve Recovered
A personal account of 47 minutes that changed nothing, but felt like everything.
Perth in sunshine. Our columnist could not look. Photo: Ymblanter, “Perth St John Street 2-42 seen from the south”, via Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 4.0
I was on my way to the Post Office. Then it came out. No warning. Just there. Bright. Warm. On my face.
I stood still. People around me were smiling. One woman took her coat off. A teenager said “this is class”. I felt something stir, and I want to be clear: I did not like it.
By the time the cloud came back I was myself again. But I will never forget the moment I nearly said “lovely day”. Never again.
Angus Fairweather is the Perthetic Grumpiness Correspondent.
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