Don’t you hate it when random spots appear on your face for no reason at the worst possible time? To pop or not to pop, that is the question… luckily for you at least, the spot won’t stay there forever, unlike for a certain guy I know – a certain guy called Jupiter.
Summer arrives in style with blazing heat and glorious sunshine. Fashionistas everywhere browse through crowded wardrobes to pick out the most trendy outfit. Day after day, they boast a vivid rainbow of well-constructed attire and accessory combinations. However, there’s one person I know who leads a much more simplistic lifestyle. All they ever seem to wear is their belt…
When ancient astronomers looked up to the skies, they found comfort in knowing that the stars and the planets would remain unchanging; they were anchored foundations that represented stability in the universe… but not for long.
It certainly has been a while since I last wrote about chaos. Perhaps you could say I’ve been a little… unpredictable? Maybe the seemingly inconsequential decision of a certain someone on one side of the world, having read the post and enjoyed it, to not give the post a like (yes, I’m looking at you) somehow had the net effect of delaying me writing this one on the opposite side of the world. Or maybe I’m just incredibly unorganised… nah, it can’t possibly be the latter.
Last night, I quickly had a look at the weather forecast for today. It confidently reassured me that there would be a bright, sunlit morning with a 5% chance of rainy spells. Of course, I had no doubt in my mind that the forecast was telling the truth. In the morning, I awoke with a large yawn and a badly-needed stretch. As I got up to draw back the curtains and admire the sunshine, I felt a sharp chill creep up my spine. “Hmm, it’s oddly cold in here”, I thought. Throwing back the curtains in vivid anticipation, my eyes flinched at the glare. My garden was covered edge to edge in a thick layer of bright, white snow. Just as predicted, right?