I guess it's weather. I wondered if it was the food surprising me with uneven spices and deceptive look, or my sleep calculated in hours that fluctuate like a nomadic pendulum. I guess it's weather that changes my mood completely. From a bed of thorn to matty rose petals, the distance is not travelled much to become pleasant from a prick.
Lately I realised I have been carrying this climatic differences for long. And yet, I never could realise if it was a problem actually. I really never looked up to any solution because it was very personal to me and believed that it's incurable. I felt this last summers.
Then the earth flipped its face and here it was winters. Then people used to visit me more often, infact I started visiting people more often. I liked the smell of winter creams.
Ah! Here it is! I hate sunscreen lotions. They tend to get oily and they just don't spread on your skin.
Anyways, I will hate it later.
What I was talking about is winters. Yah. The damp smell and longer nights. Some more time in darkness and choice of closing your windows. I feel more liberated in the season of pines and smell of hot coffee.
Cold coffee is good too. But where is the smell? The appetising quotient. And what's the use when you forget the taste so easily. Yah. Off course you do. Drink so much of water after that and all flushed out.
I guess, this is also I was not talking about. I was talking about temperament in general and weather influences. Don't you think you behave in a certain manner in particular season? Or I am acting extra odd!
Dunno. But I hate AC. I hate sunscreen lotion.
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