Mourning Winter

For as far back as I can remember, I’ve always preferred winter (sometimes spring) to the warmer season. I was born in the winter, so I probably had to adapt to it really quickly. I dunno. Every time it gets to this part of the year, I begin to remember how much I dislike intense summers. I know it sounds depressing because, whoop-tee-doo, surely everyone loves sunshine beaming on their faces. It’s fine when the sun is shining delicately, and there’s a soft breeze blowing gently, but when it’s heatwave time, I’m not a happy bunny.

As it slips away, let’s mourn winter together…


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