It's sunny, the skies are blue, the clouds are summery laid out, and the people are unusually chirpy.
It's still winter. At 8 degrees Celsius (46.4 degrees Fahrenheit), we're not even at the cusp of spring yet, but the moment the sun's warmth hit my face and I squint at the direction of the blinding rays, I knew my Wayfarers will have an outing.
So does my mood.
For us who sometimes emotionally struggle with grey and gloom, seeing the sun alive is perhaps similar to those from tropical countries experiencing snow for the first time. The accompanying elation makes you do things ironic to the weather.
Aside from being a Friday, I was just generally more enthusiastic this morning and looked up Sports Direct for additional sportswear. I managed to find the items I needed, plus something else I don't need but may in the next few months. Any bag purchase is always justified.
I have no immediate plans to hit the beach, I haven't booked anything, I'm not dying yet to soak up the sun, and I'm not even sure if I can afford to do so this year, but at £7, I couldn't pass up the sale. I read the product details at least thrice to make sure that the raffia beach mat is included. I was sold. This Hot Tuna piece bought me.
Have you ever heard of that advice to never decide on anything when you're happy, angry, or sad? Or maybe when the sun is out?
Blame it on a single shot of Vitamin D.
What does a sunny weather impulsively make you do?