The weather was fine, not too warm, lots of sun, I think about 18 hours or so at this time of the year, mind you most years it rains so the number of daylight hours is usually immaterial. I love the not properly dark midsummer sky where the glimmer of turquoise hovers on the horizon even at midnight. I might not be in love with me, or living, but I am in love with the world right now. Just a fortnight ago I was closing the door on a desperate crisis. That seems as unreal to me now as the prospect of feeling better seemed to me then. Depression does run its course, no doubt one day it will be back, so I'll just value what I have.