Look here, people... This is the first evening in a long time when I got cold. Like chilly uncomfortably cold. Needed to wrap myself in a bathing robe AND a fluffy blanket and let my dearest kittun to make me tea.
And I understand. I understand you so well when you say you dislike summer. That you maybe even hate it because of all the heat and sun and sweat and burns and maybe even bugs. That you call for the autumn and winter and can’t wait for them to come.
But please, understand me when I say I’m not at all happy about the seasons change. I know you want those clear crisp days with colourful leaves or the bright days with fresh new layer of light snow on the ground. I like those too. But where I live, those days count up to two weeks max during the whole autumn-winter time. For me, the seasons you like mean all of the following: - grey. Everything is gonna be grey. Again. - mist. Drizzle. Rain. Fog. Everything wet and unpleasant. Mud. Wet leaves on the ground. Wet heavy snow and blackish slop in the city. (Aaand smog. And smelling all the stuff people use for heating in the air.) - on fewer occasions ice cover so mischievous that my legs and ankles fear it in advance, because stability? What stability? Injuries, mhmm, yes. - no light. Like... I need that sunlight. And the prospect of waking up to the black darkness every day for half a year and leaving work while the sky is super dark blue and the lights are on again for mostly the same amount of time is just depressing. (This is the second worst thing of it all) - therefore, no energy. For half a year! Feeling blank for days or months in a row. Bleh. Depression ahead. Yep. - not to mention the cold. Yeah, put on more layers you’d say. I do. Sometimes I have like six of them. And my feet and hands and nose are still cold as a corpse. Chills go through me. I shiver so much I have cramps sometimes. In layers. (This is the worst one if you wondered.) Plus, you can’t have those layers on at work. Even when it’s cold there. Not to mention the range of movement is hella limited when you have so many clothes on yourself. - praying for the solstice to already come and bring at least a hope of some light during the day. Then realising it will take about three months to gain at least an extra hour. I don’t wanna bitch around and I swear I enjoy those beautiful pictures of autumney landscapes and dreamy snow kingdoms. I understand you are displeased with summer the same way I am displeased with winter. I just want the people close to me know that my non-existent blood pressure and my (I guess) natural setting for restoring energy just don’t allow me to enjoy this half of the year.
