I’ve always thought that I should live on a beach someday. Or somewhere temperate and sunny and beautiful all the time. But I’m starting to think that’s the worst idea I’ve ever had. I think the only thing I like about spring and summer is that they’re these big, beautiful, mythical things to look forward to. In a few months, it will be Spring! and Everything Will Bloom! That’s what I think in the winter. And you know what I am in the winter? Cheerful. But as soon as it actually is sunny and beautiful all the time, it’s also hot and I just want to scream.