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.
There was an aspie named Shardovan
Who preferred wintertime rather than The brightness of summer Oh what a bummer He thought when he saw springtime yellow plants.
It's from the 'Father Ted' comedy programme, mate. Though I changed the actual quote.
is that from something? Ted and Ralph?
"Ted, the daffodils are back."
Introverts' heaven. I suppose we shouldn't feel guilty for a brief interruption to business as usual.
I was the same. I loved a good limerick. Light parody is one of the best. I do like Archy and Mehitabel though but that's not highbrow either.
Exactly!
I *loved* the lockdowns; but that fact makes me feel selfish - millions of other people certainly didn't relish them.
That's very kind. I'd normally say something self-deprecating now, but I'm trying to curb that instinct a little more of late, so will take it in the spirit offered and with gratitude.
I'm not normally a big fan of poetry but your poetic writing on this forum last night was seriously impressive to me.
Shardovan said:the early shock troops of the season, forced out of the soil into cold harsh misery and screaming in pain
Shardovan said:ike an optic nerve torn from the earth and forced skywards towards the incoming sleet. You sense their gratitude when death’s merciful hand graces them at last.
Shardovan said:The summer flowers that follow know no such suffering
You have such writing talent, whether you choose to use it creatively or not. I could never produce anything as impressive as that.
Get that sock stuffed inside the letterbox.
A bit like lockdown isn't it. I can't go out so don't need to feel guilty for staying in.
I love windy weather, hearing it howl through the cracks in the house but being snug indoors. Storm outside, cosiness inside is the best. I suppose there is that tipping point though - will the roof come off?
Ay-o!
I fell asleep, sorry! Otherwise I'd have kept the nonsense going for way longer believe me.
I used to be good at wee poems and things at school, but have no creative impulses that way as an adult. The very best of poetry is so good that it's too daunting an arena for me, so light parody is as far as I'll go on that front!
Best get the Gaviscon then
♫Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening♫
No, seriously. The wind is wild here today, and I am terribly unsettled by the loudness and turmoil. I don't feel safe, even though I am. Rampant wind makes me emotionally upset.
I like wintertime, for both apparent reasons - cold and darkness