There is an assumption here on the East Coast (I’m sure it exists elsewhere, but please, I’m talking about the East Coast right now) that everyone PREFERS the summer. We have four distinct seasons here … and as the days get shorter, and as the rains start to come … there is a general assumption that NOBODY likes what is happening and EVERYONE yearns for the dog days of summer again. This assumption goes down to the weatherman. EVERYONE assumes that<\/p>\n
1. Summer = good
\n2. Winter = something to endure<\/p>\n
It’s too funny. For me it is completely the opposite. Summer is something to endure, and winter (and fall, too) are my prime moments. The moments when I look around, breathe in the beauty of the chill grey skies, the leafless trees, the bitter wind, and think: “Ahhhh. Good to be alive.”<\/p>\n
But the weathermen persist. “Well, it’s gonna be a gloomy week, folks … but never fear! Some sunshine this weekend!”<\/p>\n
I love that they put EMOTIONS onto the weather and assume everyone is in sync. They are so wrong. I think: “Gloomy week? I’m PSYCHED! I can revel in the rain and cold and chill for 4 days before it becomes disgustingly sunny again!”<\/p>\n
So we are now coming into my season. It’s been a long summer … and yesterday it was in the 70s here. But it is undeniably getting to be fall. There’s a chill in the air in the mornings, and heavy grey clouds cover the sky. I love it when it feels like it’s going to rain. That’s my favorite kind of weather.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is an assumption here on the East Coast (I’m sure it exists elsewhere, but please, I’m talking about the East Coast right now) that everyone PREFERS the summer. We have four distinct seasons here … and as the days … Continue reading