Arriving back in the UK to the cold wind, I noticed the lack of vibrancy in the people around me. Shouldered to the colder climate their faces showed both complaint yet defiance. What we need is energy.
Creativity feeds off from energy. Warmth can provide this, as the sun beats us with its rays. Here in the UK we are stoic: hardened to always complain; hardened to always defy.
We should think as a species rather than as races. Sometimes we all seem to need a kick up the butt.
Sometimes I linger too long in places; other times not long enough. There are changes coming. Soon, perhaps, we will no longer recognise where we came from, if we move fast enough.
Like an infant growing into a child...we stagger, we cause chaos, we laugh... we wonder at it all: so many spaces to move into.
As TS Eliot so succintly put it:
'We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.'