Up until today, I would have said that moods could be well described with reference to the weather and I would have been the first to say to someone who was down that I hoped that sun would soon shine again for them or that the dark clouds would lift.
But I’ve come to question the usefulness of this approach because there can be remarkable beauty in all sorts of weathers. It’s not all about blazing sunshine and cloudless skies? Clouds, wind, rain, snow, storms, thunder, lightening, fog, frost, darkness … they all have their own appeal or so I’ve concluded.
The main proviso relates to dangers associated with extremes of weather but these could just as well apply to extremes of heat as anything else.
I began to think that my beloved sea might be a better metaphor ~ and what came flashing back to me was the absolute terror I experienced many years ago when caught in a storm while out in a small boat in pitch darkness off the coast of Brittany in France. A calm, happy day turned into an absolute nightmare and it didn’t help that my companions didn’t speak English and my few words of French were rocked away by the the second or third HUGE wave that surged all round us.
Cicero in A Life Well Spent wrote of the tossings of the sea and I think those terrifying stormy waves are what he was referring to.
The sea has so, so many moods and I know I’m very fortunate to live beside the ocean and be able to witness its changeability with my very own eyes on a moment to moment basis. It’s seldom that I don’t perceive the ocean as being incredibly beautiful but there are times that I have to admit that it has an ugly viciousness that is what I would term an ‘imperfect storm.’ Being trapped in an ‘imperfect storm’ is where none of us wants to be and that, I think, is the place of deep, tumultuous darkness where hope seems to have departed.
The thing is, though, that even the stormiest seas do abate eventually. Yes, they may have taken their toll but they return to perfect calm.
This evening I had the pleasure of being by the ocean at sunset. It was probably the coldest evening of the Autumn/Winter so far but I simply loved the way Tramore and Tramore Bay looked at me in the gloaming.