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.