For the past few days I've been suffering, what feels like, a summer flu, symptoms ; coughing, phlegm, itching, sneezing and aching. Although the itching-sneezing component may be down to hay-fever.
I've smitten my wife, about which she is not happy.
I've been on back-shift [where you are not allowed to go off-sick unless death is a reasonable prognosis.] So I trek my way to work sweating as if the heat mattered and shiver my way home in the gloaming.
You know that feeling: where you feel that your head-box has been stuffed with cotton? Well now imagine corduroy, or perchance tweed as the stuffing substance.
I won't gross you out with the various leakages that have been occurring from my skien. Other expulsions may be assumed but are definitely denied. [In the same way that governments deny stuff that casts them in too gloomy a light.]
So I was feeling none-to-good as I stood outside watching the clouds as the taxi-knowledge people oozed past. Jimmy, the knowlege, and I shared a few words, then a guy, with a bag, who seemed out of place came through the gate. My eyes narrowed.
As ever I was wrong in my assumption, he'd passed the knowledge, he wanted to say thanks to the people who had supported him. A nice thing had happened. In my world a tutor had been thanked. The clouds still looked nice.
What I know and he, my young man, doesn't is that this is the least hard step: you might know what to do, the problem is finding who want to do this.
We don't live in a sane society.
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Being a Scout leader I've sung about the gloaming a few times but never really thought anyone really used the phrase, or what it meant really.
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Roo
At bottom it's a sunset, a calm summer one, where the world, and you, are at peace. It's a very nuanced word, more about the person's internal reaction to the weather conditions than the weather conditions themself. A happy accord between the world and how you are feeling.
Like many scots words it is very particular and is usually taught to children by context; the first time I encountered gloaming was when my dad said it. When I asked what he meant, he said, "this, us, now".
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