I always wondered why people in the tropics seem to work so
little. But as the world heats up, I think I can honestly say I now understand.
Never before have I seen the external thermometer in my car hit the 33 Celsius mark. I
am not sure that we ever adapted as creatures to live comfortably in extremes
of heat or cold. That people do amazes me.
There is much to do – or rather that
needs doing - but little enthusiasm that can be mustered for the doing of it.
Lethargy is the predominant mood, and a desire for cool liquid and a cooling
breeze is all that fills the mind.
I sit still. I feel heavy. I feel guilty. I
want to be doing something, anything: a country walk, a cycle ride, gardening,
creating something, experiencing something vital. And yet I sit.
If a lake or
sea were close by, I should joyfully jump in. And yet I sit. Too indolent even
to get in my car and travel the relatively short distance to water. And so I sit.
