Winter Nights

People are excited. Every day is coolers than the last and the rain lasts longer and is more intense, everyone is revelling in it. Girls are hiding their sexual assets with stylish sweaters and scarves, working on ‘less flesh is more desire’ in their image, mini-skirts come off, stockings go on. Every guy has dug out last years jacket and jeans to help keep himself warm.

Everybody goes on about how beautiful the days are, and how wonderful the weather is. Everybody is looking forward to the next hot day on the calendar, and one dip in the mercury is greeted with moans and complaints. I’m guilty of it myself, even though I know that the moment it gets above 30 degree’s I will suffer and suffer until it’s cold again, my blood is too thick for this weather. Summer. It must be amazing…

Everybody goes on about how beautiful the days are, and how wonderful the weather is. Everybody is looking forward to the next rainy day, and one dip in the mercury is greeted with elation. I’m guilty of it myself, and I know that the moment it gets below 20 degree’s I will revel in the crisp and desirable winter air, my blood is perfect for this weather. Winter. It’s amazing…

And it is. By the end of the year everyone will be complaining. Everything is cold, all of the time, cars are cold on the morning commute, streets are cold for the walk to the shop, beaches are ruined. Heaters will strain the power grid to breaking point, maybe even causing cycling blackouts to handle the load. The dream days spent sunning on the beach are long forgotten, because it is simply too cold to venture out and impress people, but anyway, who wants to spend all day submerged in dirty sea water?

People will be dreaming of Summer, every time the temperature starts getting higher and higher there will be celebration, and much discussion. People will appreciate being able to go out without smothering themselves in an inch thick layer of wool or leather and breathing heavily on their fingers so they can adequately operate their car.

It’s a classic case of ‘The grass is greener on the other side’, except it shows how short-term our minds are working. We might dream for years and years about that greener grass and never try and explore it, or we might jump head first in and regret it for even longer. But the seasons continue to change every single year, it’s a constant cycle that we all go through time and time again, yet still we yearn for something different, for the world to be exactly as it isn’t right now.

Every country bumpkin day-dreams about a busier life, and every city slicker day-dreams about the quiet country lifestyle. People who work 9-5 jobs yearn for a break from the cycle, and those working shifts wish they had that simplified routine. It keeps us sane to be able to uncomplicate the world we live in with a two dimensional paradise in our thoughts, it breaks the monotony of our lives with a touch of freedom.

Wow. Deja vu…