The view from the window

The weather's been decidedly inconstant today. Each time I've glanced out the window, the small section of sky visible to me (it's a poorly placed window, in a poorly designed house) varied. Serene blue skies, clouds both pillow white and murderous grey, and the staccato patter of raindrops. The day fluctuated between all these and more, with no rhyme, no reason. It was a welcome distraction from the unremarkable rote of work on day when I didn't go outside. Such days always set me on edge a little. The concept remains new to me, spending a day at home, never venturing outside. Once it would have been completely alien. For a period of a decade or more I don't think I ever spent a day without journeying into the outside world, however briefly. Even today was a rare exception, and a good reminder why. Such stagnation doesn't become me and I'll make more of an effort to explore my surroundings in future. I rather think I need to.