Thump-thump, your heart frantically beats on Wednesday evening. Deep in the tasks of the week, the weekend is so far away, a distant dream it feels like. Outside, the low growl of thunder and the bright flashes of lightning act as a mockingly poetic backdrop to your frazzled doing.
“Well, there goes my degree”, your mind whispers or rather screams. Everything feels conclusive. Final. There is absolutely no way to finish in time, your head is throbbing, and that module’s group chat is buzzing and driving you toward the edge.
“Let the rain pitter-patter, but it really doesn’t matter”, or whatever it is Ella Fitzgerald said in that Lovely Day song. “Well, it is NOT a lovely day, Ella!” It does not feel like there will ever be a lovely day in the foreseeable future.
Your heart feels about as heavy as that cloud positioned over your roof, making every raindrop sound like a drumbeat of failure.
But you close your eyes and take a breath.
Suddenly, it is morning, the golden sun pierces through the blinds and your perspective shifts.
As you open the window and smell the fresh rain enveloping your senses, you realise that the headache is gone, the group chat has gone quiet, the deadlines are still there, but so is your ability to meet them. Maybe it will be a lovely day (my bad, Ella).
That moment and feeling you thought would never pass, did. That midnight storm did not break you; it just passed. As it turns out, joy really does come in the morning.
Visual: Gabriella le Roux
