All year all I ever did was anticipate when summer was going to arrive. I awaited the green leaves and the sweet smell of flowers. i wanted everything to be happy and lifted again. because of how everyone says that summer is such a happy time.
But for some reason, to me summer appears sad and melancholy. I am not exactly sure of why but I do have some interpretations.
Maybe it is the fact that everything is so nice in summer that i can't help but think of when it will end and the dreaded winter will start. How can i be happy knowing that all of it is eventually going to come to and end. I know i should probably just live in the moment or whatever but i just can't help my overthinking.
There's really no other valid explanation for the way I feel about summers.
But there is one thing that I'm always curious to know and that is other people's interpretations about summer. For someone it could be about visiting their favourite place, for another it could be about their favourite person or actually the possibilities are endless and it's always something new and fun to know.
