Culture For The Non-Cultured

So, every year for a very long time, I have asked myself which season is best, or the least tortourus for me: winter, with its cold, dark days and colder darker nights, or summer, with its oppressive, wilt-inducing, pee-smelling but bright ‘n shiny days?

Well, I am self-absorbed enough to test it once and for all.  This past Winter, I made a conscious effort to store up how the weather effected me.  And now, in the Summer, I am comparing that feeling to how I feel now.

And, even with an office that’s not as air-conditioned as it could be, the Summer is definitely better than the Winter.

The days are long, the sun is shining, the leaves are firmly on the trees, the flowers are blooming, and when I go inside I don’t have to trudge around with a heavy coat.

Yes, I’m wilting a little in the humidity and yes, the city sometimes smells like it lacks indoor plumbing, but I can still greet the sun when I get out of work!