To me, Summer is ABSOFREAKINGUTELY the best season ever! I have always liked the idea of a sunny bright place where everybody and everything is happy and chirpy all the time (again these are probably just my illusions) :-p I just love the yellow shade of this time of the year when everything seems so….blissful. Maybe a little bit exhausting and sweaty but it still manages to look all bright and shiny. Like there is suddenly a lot of hope for a good life. Not that I completely loathe the bitter winter. It’s just that it makes me feel all dark and twisty (borrowed words from Greys Anatomy!!). Also NOT to forget moody and depressed and sad and miserable! The list just goes on and I have absolutely no idea what is it with me and winter! It’s just this whole positive vibe factor about summer that seems so much more appealing over any other season. The bearable hot atmosphere, the warm happy colors scattered around, the longer days. I feel it helps see things through an optimistic mind somehow even when things go wrong. Also It is comparatively a more active season for the 'lazy bears' as to winter where it is just hibernation at home ending up with deep depressing thoughts about life because there is nothing else better to do;-)
P.S. Maybe this theory exists only in my tiny little world =) Cheers.
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