“For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to?”
Excerpt From: The Editors, WordPress.com. “365 Days of Writing Prompts.” iBooks.
I don’t look forward to Christmas or New Year as much as I do with summer. Summers have always been a creative time for me when I was a child because it meant that I could spend my days not in school and exploring new things either outside my house or while writing on my notebook. This particular season symbolizes liberation for me. Liberation from school work and rigid school routines.
Oddly enough, summer is also the most romantic time for me. I’ve always been able to create love stories in summer and it always seemed to entertain me so much. I don’t care about Valentines at all. Valentines is all mushy and chocolates and flowers for no reason than to woo the lady. But summer love means adventure and happiness for both individuals in a dating relationship. It’s not one-sided and it’s not all about the girl.
For the rest of the year after summer, all I think about is how I can recreate the summer season even throughout different weather changes. I don’t care much about rain. I don’t think rain affects my mood. Sometimes, it even lifts me up and puts me in a poetic disposition. Which I think is interesting in itself.
So I sometimes try to make plans to have outings year-round — anything to make me feel like summer again. You could say I’m obsessed with the season. It’s the only season for me that understands my needs as a free spirit. It’s the only time I feel free from everything else — the expectations, the relationship drama, the idea of routine work. In some way, I guess I am summer incarnated as a human being if that isn’t weird enough to say. 🙂