In the past week or two, the air has definitely gained a bit of an edge as the chillier temperatures push the heat out of the picutre. It's not cold per se, but there is some bite out there.
And so here I am finding myself torn. I will admit, the colder air is somewhat refreshing and invigorating after a hot summer. On the other hand, I am 100% a summertime girl, and the lower temps signal the end of another warm season and the impending doom of WINTER.
Holy Crap. I just realized something. Allow me a second. Fall. Fall is like the downside into the cold, bitter depths of death. You are litterally falling down. Spring pushes you back up, gives you a springy bounce to Summer, the summit. Did they plan that? Do you guys follow? Did I smoke too much crack from the evidence locker?
I digress. My point: The weather is nice but A) I feel guilty for liking it because I feel like I'm betraying my true love, warmth and sunshine and beaches; B) It's all very bittersweet because it's just going to get colder and colder and awfuler and awfuler.
Yeah. I know. I need therapy. I'm on it.
2 comments:
Sometimes I feel the same way about spring, as it is the gateway to hot and humid summers. I have gotten better, though, at just enjoying spring for what it is. I really am gaining an appreciation for all of the seasons (though I will likely always look forward to the end of summer each year).
Don't worry. . .we probably all need therapy. :)
I totally get what you mean. Like Summer is IT, and so the seasons were named appropriately. I agree.
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