Ya see, I miss summer. I miss the warm sun and the lazy days at the pool. I miss being able to wear shorts and flips. I miss having an excuse to paint my toes. I miss being able to run outdoors on the sidewalks and lay on the freshly cut grass. I miss the smell of barbeques and the sound of crickets chirping. I miss it all, even the humidity.
It's a funny thing, these seasons. It kinda reminds me a bit of childbirth. Stick with me here. Childbirth is never something one looks forward to. It is inevitable, but usually miserable- yet somehow miraculously those painful memories subside with time and make us want to do it all over again.
I think it is very much the same with seasons. We endure them because we must- they are inevitable, but they become so intolerable at times that we are ready to move on to the next for fear of insanity. We somehow forget all the things we hated about the next season and are able to remember only the things we love. We make it through all the seasons only to beg for another winter. Ah, the beautiful snow and the hot cocoa by the fire. Somehow the bad dissipates with time and winter is somehow magically romanticized in our minds. Such is the cycle of the seasons.
Is there some giant conspiracy? Or is it just our mind's way of dealing?
I don't have all the answers. I only know one thing for sure. I miss summer.
Perhaps a trip to the beach is in order. Anyone with me?