On feeling gloomy

After a week of glorious sunshine, the weather broke today. It is cloudy and gloomy and chilly and raining. And matches my rather despondent mood entirely. I went to three interviews. I didn't get any of the jobs. Nothing I could have done better, they all were positive in their feedback but simply went with someone with more experience {who was prepared to take a lower salary}. That's the way of the market at the moment.

We're just 8 days out from the wedding and it goes without saying that I am looking forward to it. But the thought of returning to London, happily married but still jobless fills me with dread.

{Image by me}

This is what Cornwall looks like in the gloom of early summer. The light still reflects off the water, the water just looks a different colour. When the sky looks like someone has washed their paintbrush in inky water and swooshed it across the clouds, the water looks all at once flat and deep and moody. Even when it clearly isn't. If even in the poorest of lights there is still beauty in the landscape, I can find hope in what seems like a bleak situation. My reflection might not look as clear as it would in the height of a clear summers day, but it is still there. The light that shines might be slightly distorted, but shine it does.