I awoke this morning with silver on my mind. Silver linings, silver bells, silver spoons but mostly, silver days.
Soft rain was falling; the cool breath of morning sighed through the ginger leaves outside my window. The wonder of silvery light, so gentle on newly opened eyes, helped chase the shades of a disturbed sleep from my thoughts.
Sunny days and the strong light of subtropical climes are the norm here in the Northern Rivers area. Overcast skies and gentle rain are a novelty. In summer it seems it’s either hot and sunny or hosing tropical downpours. So on lazy silver Saturdays like this I make a purposeful decision to enjoy them. Besides which, days have colours for me – sometimes blue, sometimes golden, but silver ones are special.
Reviewing the changes in my garden after a busy week away from it, I marvelled at how the light changes everything. Rain changes everything. Water and light drip from grateful foliage in equal measures. The reflective qualities are enhanced and everywhere I look I see silver.
Now you may view these photos and dispute my colour perception. Understandable. But for me the silver light renders the various shades of green in more subtle and gentler ways. If I could hear these colours, they would sound like silvery temple bells.
Because I choose to perceive them this way.
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
― W.B. Yeats
In far northern hemisphere climes, grey days and rare sunshine often translate to a longing for solar rays and sometimes can even lead to mood disorders (Seasonal Affective Disorder).
Equally, I can report from my own experience how the days of heat and high humidity make some people a little crazy. The summer monsoonal months in far northern Australia when the humidity is almost unbearable are referred to as The Suicide Season.
But what is my point you might ask? Well, I never really know myself until I have thought it out on paper. Perhaps my point is one of perception. Perhaps I want to say that we must remember that how we view the world around us is a choice. For some, today may be a grey day, for me it is silver because I’ve deemed it so and I wanted to share this silver lining with you.
That’s not to say if the rain continues for weeks on end the silver won’t become a little tarnished, maybe even turn to grey. I’m as susceptible to weather – exterior and interior – as the next person.
“Who are YOU?” said the Caterpillar … Alice replied, rather shyly, “I–I hardly know, sir, just at present– at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”
(Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter 5)