nolan_void

I realized something today. All it takes to make me happy is warm weather and sunshine.

It is nearing 80 degrees today, and it is the best I've felt in at least 6 months. I hear a lot of people talk about how beautiful winter and snow and all that shit is, but I really hate it. I can't stand it. For me, winter is dreary and bitter, a season of death, dying, disease, and suffering. But when the summer weather rolls back around, it feels like everything is right with the world again.

It feels like my mother and father have come together again, and the warmth that stimulates all life back into the animals and plants is our love for one another. But it's not my parents that I'm talking about; I mean my true mother and father, my spiritual parents, the earth and the sun.

Whenever winter ends I feel as if I have just done penance in Hell for a season, and the arrival of the summer sun is like a great victory over the Adversary. I know the cold will come around again and kill me eventually, but it doesn't even matter. I will always live on just to see the summer, my truest love on this earth.