Irish weather changes every day. More than every day, it changes every hour, it seems. These rapidly changing, various climes are the bane of the existence of the Irish weather service, which might explain why the weather forecasts here always read something poetically vague, like today's:
Dry at first, but outbreaks of rain and drizzle will spread eastwards
this afternoon, accompanied by hill and coastal mist and fog. Highest
temperatures of 9 to 11 degrees, with winds becoming mostly fresh and
gusty south to southeasterly, strong and gusty in western coastal parts.
Though the weather makes getting dressed in the morning and staying dry and warm or cool and fresh throughout the day particularly challenging, it also means that no day is ever the same as the day before, and no hour is ever the same as the one before. The constant changes of weather here are one of the few actual constants, and it keeps everything gorgeously adventurous. (I wasn't thinking this optimistically when I had to walk to class the other day when the sky decided to fall on my head in the form of water, but there you go.)
The other day, a fog settled on Cork while the city decided to fall asleep so that when we all woke up, it looked like this.
I got a lift into class by this lovely guy I know ( :D ), and I couldn't stop gushing over how gorgeous everything looked in the fog. Which of course he made fun of me for. But as soon as I got into class that morning, I had a text with a few more fog photos from him with a caption: "I thought you might like these."
Of course the constantly changing Irish weather meant that by sunset, the world looked like this:
What gorgeous weather, honestly.
Happy Wednesday!
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