Published on 12, July, 2020
Anyone else have this?
Where most look forward to ever more daylight, it's around now that I start to miss in advance the clear delineation between day and night. That first evening leaving work and it's still daylight depresses me profoundly in a way I can't quite explain. The aggressive insistence of Spring I suppose.
I'm really going to miss my 4.30 pm twilights, but I suppose if we had our personal favourite seasons (autumn/winter in my case) all year round we'd never appreciate them to the extent we do.
Anyone else understand/have this reversal of the more conventional form of SAD? It's not that I won't get *something* out of the warmer months of flourishing nature, but witnessing Spring's birthpains is like an assault on the senses. Daffodils kind of disgust me - they're so raw, the early shock troops of the season, forced out of the soil into cold harsh misery and screaming in pain. Crocuses too. Like the visual equivalent of being near chopped raw onions or something. Snowdrops at least look more pleasant and delicate, but they're so impertinently 'early' - can we just have winter for now please, thanks? Anyone get this, or am I just sounding insane?
I'm winter months all the way. Like I do enjoy spring, there's something special about it when the flowers start to grow again and the trees thicken but during the winter it's cooler which is fab for me as even 15 degrees is too hot for me, and there's less people because it's too dark and cold for them to be out.
I wish it could be winter all the time, minus Christmas and I'd be happy :)
This time of the year is unsettling, change is happening each day, and I know that warmer weather is on its way sooner or later. Already more people are out for longer. Looking forward to winter again.
I'd like to die in Winter... but not because of it