Cosmic Silliness

Exhausted from the sudden push into days that remind me of summer. As is so often the case, the days which bear only intimations of a season, seem somehow more of that season than it does when it comes. Today feels more like summer than summer ever will.
The Pavilion Gardens at lunchtime full of people. I sit with my lunch on the edge of the sun, my back in the shade. I am afraid of sitting fully in the sun though I don't know why. Too exposed, and summer is not my home anyway, even if today is only apremonition of summer, and not summer properly.
I get swallowed by the shade though. The earth moves. The sun doesn't shift. We're on a rock spinning in space. A sudden cosmic dizziness. I drink my tea and think of planets rushing round suns and stars and rocks and everything spinning in some impossibly vast and absurd display of impossibly complex physics.
Then I headed back to work and took some phone calls.
The universe suddenly seemed a very silly place.