Wierdo

Dear Summer:

I think I hate you. I'd like to break up with you and end my relationship with you. I love your close friends, Spring and Fall. Fall and I have such a deep bond. Just thinking about him makes me happy and giddy and makes me feel like a child again. Fall has so much going for it. The cool crisp air that makes everyone want to bake. Halloween and Thanksgiving. The fun of going to a pumpkin farm. My birthday is in fall too, though that doesn't influence my love of it. And Spring and I have a close relationship too. I love the hints of warmth after the long winter. I love seeing the trees bud with leaves and flowers. I love running in the warmer air. And I love that here in Chicago, everyone wears shorts, T-shirts, and no coats on the first day that over 45 degrees. I even love your distant cousin Winter more than I love you, Summer. I would rather have a year of Winter, I think than a year of Summer. (But ask me again in 6 months). The only thing I can't stand about Winter is driving in the snow.

You Summer, seem like you will be such a good friend. A few months before you begin, we all long for you. We think about how fun it will be to play outside with it being light until 9 pm. We look forward to the festivals, the beach, and the pool. I have to admit those things are fun and I love them. But they come at too high a price Summer. They come at the price of 90 degree weather for 2 weeks and 90% humidity to go along with it. Who can enjoy time outside when it is that hot? And so Summer, I have to be brutally honest with you. I think I hate you. I think I wouldn't mind if you went away or limited yourself to a few weeks. You can give your extra time to Fall and Spring and that would be fine with you.

I wish you the best of luck, Summer. I know you will have a great time and do a great job elsewhere, in Florida, and California, and Mexico among others. But I'm done with you. See you next year Summer, don't hurry back.

Sincerely,

April