Why does time pass so quickly? Is it just that by wishing for a tomorrow your life turns into nothing more than a conveyor belt of tomorrows leading to the final today....
Depressing, it is. And that is what winter can do: push the light of our lives to the extreme reaches of the dark, unmoving shadows that dominate large stretches of our time (at least 50%) on this rock. We will spend most of our lives chasing some semblance of Summer. All we need is to think of "The Summer of 69," "The Boys of Summer," and the other endless positive references that surround this life-giving season. I very much doubt that there are people out there that lay awake at night hoping against hope that the "Winter of our Discontent" will freeze over (Hell-like) and chase that annoying-round-hot-thing out of the sky.
In all honesty I need the winter months.... their lack of life... the dreariness and grey, indescribable dullness for the simple reason that if life was one long hot summer we would all die of skin cancer - not really - it is because if we lived in constant summer we would fail to appreciate it. The summer would not hold it's mystique, it's allure... it's heat. Time would simply pass and life itself would cease to have significance (a bit strong, but you get the point).
So, we shall all just have to grin and bear it (or just bitch about it constantly, and feign surprise when the public transport system grinds to a halt at the slightest indication of precipitation, for instance dew...)
Life: it is the pain that makes the pleasure, and the pleasure that makes the cancer....
