I never really liked you.
Summertime is never long enough. For three measly months, we get fabulous heat, convertible weather, and an abundance of seafood. The days are long with sunshine; lots of reasons to call out of work and sit by the pool. I’m in love with summer because it was the one season I was not miserable while growing up. It’s all subconscious—I know. June, July, August: you are the best.
And then September comes in with it’s chilly air, smelling like old yellow school buses. I am reminded of how much school sucked, and how I do not miss being a kid at all.
As an adult, I try to put some distance between myself and my inner 12 year old. I am well aware that by not liking 65% of the seasonal year, I am setting myself up to be dismal. Sorry, but Vitamin D goes a long way with me. Short days of sunlight = Debbie Downer.
Charles Bukowski’s poem, “Schoolyard of Forever” is pretty on point if you feel the same as I do.