This is a nightmare: I was ON THE LAKE on Wednesday last week at 20° Celsius. Over the next two days, temperatures dropped to almost zero and there WAS FUCKING SNOW on Friday! No time to get accustomed to cold weather, no transition into winter, just as if somebody had flipped a switch and "ordered" winter altogether. I HATE IT! Not winter per se, don't get me wrong. There'll be skiing and skating and walks under bright blue, cracking cold skies and through stacks of fresh snow. That can be beautiful, too. But the nasty, wet, cold weather, the ever-shortening days (in terms of sunlight), the dirt/mud in the woods and on boardwalks, the noise from water being washed on the rhinestone from passing cars... - no, that part I really don't appreciate. And it came so quickly! There was no way of really letting autumn drift into oblivion, no chance of one last sun-worshipping ritual, no migrating into different weather conditions. Ugh...

What's worse, I can't really get myself to go outdoors under such conditions - and who would blame me, right? I mean, I'm doing my best to find SOMETHING that I can appreciate about this phase, but I haven't succeeded so far. Because I have come to learn about myself that I NEED to go out at least once a day for no less than a full hour, preferrably more and preferrably in daylight. If I can't do that, I get cabin fever, I feel trapped, not free, locked up indoors. It really feels like a prison-situation inflicted on my by a higher force.

Hm... maybe lighting an open fire outside more ofte can help...? Ugh, I want summer back - or autumn at the very least...