It's Still A Metaphor

Follows on from here

I've been spending much of the last few days, maybe the last few weeks, going in and out of the shade. There's been promise of sun, but not as much as I'd hoped for, and some cloud has always come along unexpectedly. It's not the sun's fault. It's not necessarily the cloud's fault.

I'd been resigned to shade for October, even thinking that this was for the best. I'm treading on delicate ground here - I've been talking too much about the weather, to the wrong people. No, not the wrong people, but I can't really talk to anyone about the weather. I was asked though, and even prevarication is too far.

And now, unexpectedly, the sun is going to come out, in November mind, and I'm not at sure that this is what I will want. I keep on thinking, skin cancer.