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It now being officially spring, I thought I'd raise this question: what's your favourite season?

Personally, I am now sick of winter and tired of being cold. My favourite season is summer, even if British summertime does consist of 3 days of sunshine and a thunderstorm. I like the fact that it's light about 4am till 10pm. I like the lazy days of sunshine where I can sit in a sunbeam and read. I love the late night thunderstorms that wake you up and light up the sky. I love being warm!

I don't like autumn because it's getting cooler and just reminds me that winter's on the way. I hate winter because I loathe being cold (currently living in a Georgian flat, which means high ceilings and huge, drafty windows - my bedroom is rarely warm). And spring is just not warm enough and tends to be a little tricksy on the weather front.

So what do you guys think?

DW

Even though it's not like my area even experiences seasons (most of the winter has been warm : p), I guess winter and spring are my favored seasons.

Summer used to be my fav due to the obvious fact that school was out and swimming is the activity of choice for me then.
But, now with the overly-obvious fact now that the deep south is a magnet for hurricanes, summer has just become one big anxiety attack for me. Plus it's no longer the several-month long vacation it used to be. :/

Winter's not too bad, though. Christmas, my birthday, Mardi Gras...not a bad time of the year. XP

I'm a winter wonder, over here.

As I'm lazy, here's a journal entry I made last winter.

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I don't understand people who hate winter, in the same light that I don't understand those who enjoy summer or beaches. Sand is the bane of existance and exists only to become sharp glass to cut anyone who isn't Bruce Willis or Arnie.

Understandably, many find cold to be an equal bane and some twisted individuals in areas infested by white stuff sell their soul by uttering "I hate snow" with any degree of sincerity; however I cannot really come to agree with them on hating the entire season for those minor facts.

Before I start hyping winter, I understand that homeless people and old people tend to be exempt from most of my points and I appologise for trying to make winter seem like the only time worth living when it kills so many people, however I am as much a selfish b*****d as any other human being and a sense of empathy for those worse off cannot kill my love of winter, just as much as my hatred of wet and bleak London days will not subside over the fact that many places in Africa would dance and bang the drums for days just for 5 minutes of our imfamous climate.

While it's freezing outside, it's warm inside, if there is any feeling that a frigid virgin could feel that tops that of being wrapped up in three blankets on a frosty winter morning? I've seriously never found one, waking up feeling so warm and snug to a Charles Dickens morning which undoubtably has at least one magpie in the background effect. A robin red-breast if you've sacrificed lambs and cookies to Santa and Jesus.

The added appreciation of warmth in winter is just one of the most heavenly extras on this Earth. Wether it be hot chocolate tasting like sweet ambrosia, spiced foods seeming like a good idea, curling into a little ball as often as possible being the most automatic thing your body can do next to breathe.

I found myself craving Iceland's Garlic Mushroom pizza for the first time all year today just for the fact that I knew it would taste oh so sweeter through the bitter chill of the outside world.

If that's not enough, the days and nights just seem so much more beautiful by comparrison, at least in London. As I mentioned the Charles Dickens clime. It just matches London. It's like London has three real stereotypes, the streets of outdated mist which Lothar ranted about a month back, the wet and rainy downtown madness of blurred lights and 100 colds which will surely spread to 100 million by the time they get on the underground and then there's dry as a bone, slightly grey London which just looks boring as hell. Well, if hell was boring, hell is alot of things but not boring, unless you subscribe to the 7 stages, in which eternal falling, and drowning would suck in the sense you've got nothing else to do, being just a head would sort of suck to but you'd have company.

But where the days have that grey/white hue which I insist matches the landscapes of this city to sheer perfection, then you have the nights. Those beautiful winter nights where the moon shines brightly down upon the brightened lights of a city which never bothers to save electricity by turning the lights off no matter how often we complain. The stars are visable even in the heart of the city and clouds are usually sparce. Nothing beats a winter evening, especially when matched with the impressive display of lights down in the west end which are up for the December shopping season, and let's face it those lights were not put up for any reason other than to attract shoppers, so don't bring anything else in there please?

Plus, the icing on the cake to me, beyond the wonderful feeling you get from being all wrapped up and warm for the 3 months, beyond the world looking more interesting for 3 months, it's got to be the romance in the air.

Spring and summer have that "electricity in the air" thing that poets keep on going on about, but that's all horemonal. There's a cycle to life and our bodies like reminding us that we have to get busay and pass on our DNA when the flowers are in bloom and all the animals are out singing and dancing and passing their DNA.

Winter doesn't have that electric, which I tend to dislike. It has something more intimate. If summer is the time for holding hands, winter is the time for snuggling close and enjoying a calm happiness that love provides, wether it be something as stereotypical as couples skating at Somerset House's ice rink, lounging in a festively decorated café and it's sofa, lying on a rooftop star gazing or just sitting at home by the fire/radiator watching TV close together. There's just a feeling of togetherness.

I'd trade every summer day there ever was for winter to last just a little bit longer.

and now you've read my bullshit of "Damn. I'm all alone in the house and have ******** all to do", I'm going to wrap myself in 3 blankets for about 12 hours. See you in the morning folks *finishes hot chocolate, swoons and dives between the sheets*

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So... yeah. *Curls up and continues to shed skin through summer heat and scratch my body to hell* I hate summer.