Here in England we r slowly moving into spring . Spring and autumn r my favourite seasons . Weather is all in the eye of the beholder , I discovered that a few weeks ago . My husband and I were walking from our house to his mother's , about a 40 minute walk . It was early morning and it had rained the previous night ( we live in the centre of a town ) , the pavements were all wet and shiny , so we're the big windows of the shops , the birds were singing loud and proud . There was no wind at all and the air was cool and fresh but not cold . Hardly any traffic that early so there weren't many car fumes . The sky was very blue and there were a lot of big fluffy white clouds which the sun kept dipping behind and then poking through . We had just remarked that it was a perfect morning for a stroll together . Literally five seconds later , a friend of ours pulled up next to us on his bicycle , he has some mental health problems , he is also one of the kindest people we know . His first words to us were : Hi , how r u doing ? Isn't it a bleak day ? We didn't know how to respond . He then proceeded to tell us all the things that were getting him down that day and we just listened . As he rode away after about 20 mins , we were both so sad for him . He couldn't take any joy from the lovely spring morning , I'm not sure he even noticed how nice it was . And we , we were so shallow that we forgot that some people need more than a bit of nice weather to feel happy .