I really don't care that much for summer

Lena Sanver

I REALLY don't care that much for summer. It's just to frantic. The vacation plans people planned in the middle of the cold, calm winter mostly fall apart when summer finally arrives. Someone has forgotten to order tickets. Someone else has booked the wrong hotel in the wrong country. That's actually what happens sometimes. Not strange then that people get angry with each other.

More couples break up during or right after the vacation, because they are forced to be together for a longer continuous period and realize who their partner really is. Blue skies and sunshine are simply harmful to some humans in more than one way. At least that's my defense when I tell people that my favorite weather in the summer is thick gray fog. The kind of fog where most things just become soft outlines or nothing at all. That is my retreat from the frantic summertime until autumn arrives.