Lying in bed last night, simmering in a pool of sweat, listening to the ceiling fan whirring and being completely unable to sleep because of the horrible, sticky, mugginess of it all, I got to thinking about seasons and how I like them (or rather don't like them).
I don't make much of a secret of that fact that I'm not really a summer loving girl. I tend to wilt a little in the heat, I get itchy and sticky and grumpy. It's not pretty. It has to be a certain kind of just dry enough but not too dry heat for me to be comfortable enough to enjoy the sun.
On the other hand, if you look back here, or here, or here, you'll see I don't much care for deepest darkest winter either.
It would seem that it's the transitions that suit me most.
I like Spring (when it's not hot and sticky enough to be summer, but the cold and dark of winter is behind us).
I like Autumn (when it's not yet cold enough to be winter, but sticky hotness of summer is behind us).
I'm an inbetweens kind of girl, it would appear. Either that or I'm just never satisfied with what I've got. I suspect Kendo might go with the latter!
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