I hate to admit this, because I wish it wasn’t true, but sometimes I find my mood affected by the weather. The gloom of the grey clouds that have been covering the sky for the better part of every day and the puddles underfoot that soak through my shoes and the wind that chills me right through my heavy coat (and sweater (and second sweater)) — they’ve been the backdrop of the home-to-work-to-home-to-work-to-home snowglobe (although honestly it’s more often a rainglobe recently) I’ve been caught inside for the past two weeks (I was sick in bed last weekend and only left the apartment to go to the grocery store).
The worst way to feel unhappy is to be burdened with the sense that the unhappiness is so oppressive that you can do nothing to get out from underneath it. However, even if I were seriously unhappy here in Krasnoyarsk (if I hated my job, if I had no motivation to get out and explore, if I struggled too much with Russian to walk down the street without tripping and falling) I could go home to New Jersey or another part of America and start fresh.
Luckily things aren’t that bad for me — not even close. Today I woke up slowly to the pitch-black seven-in-the-morning sky, but when the sky grew light earlier than usual I realized that, no, it wasn’t spring already, it was just the first clear morning in a while, and the sunrise lit the sky more than it had in weeks because of the absence of cloud cover. I almost missed the bus, but my sprinting efforts paid off, and somehow the bus never even filled up and I was able to sit down for the entire bumpy trip and stare out the window as morning crept up on Krasnoyarsk. Work seemed fun again like it seemed in August and September, and my classroom, a corner room with big windows, was bathed in bright light. As I paced around the playground, I realized that the deep blue sky and bright sun (so low in the sky, even at noon) had helped me grow positive and optimistic, helped me change my perspective, helped me wipe off my metaphorical glasses and remove the dust and grime that accumulates on them naturally.
Due to a recent schedule change I now work late on Wednesdays in exchange for freedom at 1:30 on Thursdays. So today I took the 1:45 bus downtown and tried my hardest to walk down as many new streets as possible. I sat in the big square outside the Krasnoyarsk State Opera and Ballet Theatre for a half-hour, eavesdropping on people’s conversations in Russian and munching on chocolate-covered sunflower seeds. Clouds eventually rolled in as it neared 4 PM, but I’m going to try to keep this fresh new outlook through all types of weather.
Thanks for the title, Delta Spirit.