Hmmm….seems everywhere I look these days, people are all overjoyed about Spring. Well, maybe not the people that are waking up to a blanket of white fluffiness – but all the other people out there.
Am I the only one that dreads Spring? Isn’t there another soul out there that feels overwhelming sadness to see Winter leave us? For me, a desert dweller, Spring only leads to Summer. Summer leads to hot. I don’t really like hot all that much. Too much sun depresses me. It sucks the “happy” right out of my day.
Don’t get me wrong – I love flowers and all that jazz…but I love Autumn and Winter more. Gloomy rainy days fill me with elation and I feel myself rejuvenate. There’s a little spring in my step; I feel bouncy and joyous…then I turn cartwheels down the hallways at work. I wonder if I have some sort of weird opposite “Seasonal Affective Disorder“? Or maybe it’s just channeling my inner “Morticia Addams”
All I know is that I miss biking in 40 degree morning air.