

I love rainy and cold weather, but it’s a little obvious now that autumn and winter are bad months for me, while I thrive in spring and summer. I wish it was the other way around because I expect autumn and winter with such joy. In addition to the weather, I love the festivities around death and darkness, the winter reunions, and I have important birthdays in those months. But almost every year I spend these holidays/celebrations with some apathy. My writing slows down. I sleep more, eat more, but it’s nowhere as enjoyable as in spring and summer. So I can imagine that some people feel energized in the all-year-round hot places. Silly, but even if my body is healthy, I do not like spring and summer. I hate the clothing, I hate sunburns, I hate to feel thirsty… But at least I get the energy to hate and rant about it and not just shrug. It feels better. I should be thankful for the light and warmth, and I’m trying to like these seasons a little bit more.
This video contains a great analysis of it.