Blue Monday

So today is the third Monday in January, otherwise known as Blue Monday.

Why is it Blue Monday? Well, looking at the rain filled overflowing clouds around me it has nothing to do with a blue sky.

No, as I stand here in full waterproof gear, I watch others around me, heads down, hoods up as the trudge past. No responses to my cheery "good mornings", it's easy to see why it's called Blue Monday.

Yet as I stand waiting for the half hour late bus, it would be easy to join them in their sorrow. But no, because above or rather below the din of the traffic, I can hear the tiny tweeting of blue tits and wrens. Birds busy picking bugs out of the tree bark, their feathers soggy and damp.

I look around and wonder, would these people all around be so blue if they could see the nature that I see.

That's why despite the weather I stand here now waiting for a bus to take me to a place away from people, away from traffic, just me and nature as I walk in the wilds, well through the park and past the farm. On a wet day like today it just me and the wild animals. That's why I'm not blue.