To Make Me Feel Better

I have mentioned about how I melt in summer. It's not entirely drama; I actually felt sick many times in the past few weeks\months. Today, the humidity completely zapped any energy--in spite of extra coffee--and I'm fighting irritability. Just ask Megan.

So. . . after digging into some 'old' photos on my thumbdrives, I have decided to remind myself of the less enjoyable aspects of winter. Maybe. Or maybe I'll just mourn it.

The view from our dining room window. What I look out at while I'm blogging on the family laptop. Here's a comparative picture from spring of the same spot:

There may be a couple of years difference, as well. And, clearly, a change in water levels. Here is where I could go on and on about how much I also adore spring, when the air levels are cool and contain zero humidity. But I digress.

I truly wish I could be one of those people who absolutely thrive on heat and sunshine, but, alas, I am not. I have accepted this, and choose not to complain about winter. Observe:

After all, there are brilliant days of sunshine in high winter, too.

And snow. . . I miss snow. It is amazing. Even if it does make roads slippery, there's this delightful opportunity to use a telephone and cancel your obligations! Snow day!!
You don't have excuses to take days off of work in summer, now do you?
I have a point here.

Tell me that you have never stood outside with your hands--sometimes your tongue, too--outstretched in a still snowfall, or watched from inside while cradling a hot cup of chocolate, and not felt childlike wonder.
I dare you.

Well, my little, heated (tehe) rant is through now.
Have a nice hot day. While I gaze fondly and remember what happiness was. . . *sigh*