Not all creative inspiration has to come from expected sources.
I can’t begin to describe the wave of happiness I felt spending my lunchbreak sat on a bench in Battersea Park, book in hand and rays of sun warming me through the clouds. I wish I could bottle that feeling.
In the sunshine I suddenly see solutions to problems that in the darkest days of Winter were impossible. In the sunshine I am happy, and when I’m happy I create. In the sunshine I have my best ideas, my brightest ideas. In the sunshine I am everything I ever can be and more.
Despite this I don’t think I’d want to live in a permanently sunny country, it might lose its magical power. I like to have a little magic in my life.
Nature makes me happy.