Seasonal

Looks like the wizardress of dreams sorta beat me to the first concept of seasonal feelings, but I am here to make it more personal. Emotions and goals and everything, are all controlled by these seasons. When it's been bitter cold for weeks and weeks, and nothing is going on, I want to be inside, working, or say, becoming a ballerina.  When it's warm and beautiful outside and the days last forever in the sunlight and everyone is playing, I want to be out there playing in the sunshine, letting it be absorbed into my skin - not becoming a ballerina. See, the thing is, it's not fair. Swayed so much by the seasons to my moods, I can never do anything year round. But nothing was meant to stay the same. Look! We have seasons. If something as simple as the temperature cannot stay the same all the time, then how do you expect human minds to?