There is something about the length of the afternoon which seems to give the feeling of an extended sunset. Although, of course, I like sunset in the fall and winter, so I’m not sure what the deeper issue is. But something about the long afternoons of summer is unpleasant to me.
I know a lot of people get depressed in the winter. I’m just the opposite; the summer makes me feel less energetic. It’s not that I don’t understand the melancholy feeling of winter, but for me it’s a good melancholy, if that makes any sense. Summer, though, is just too bright for comfort.
I have no real point in making this post, and I suppose there’s no particular reason you should care. And yeah, I have blogged about this before, but I’m still trying to figure out why I feel this way.
That is interesting and I don't think you are alone. I'm not crazy about Summer during the day, but Summer nights are worth the season.I wonder if some writers save certain stories to write for each season?