winter blues

so yeah, winter's great for snuggling up by the fire with a movie surrounded by chocolate, but after a while and a few stone later, you begin to wonder why people crave winter so much. christmas is fun, yes, but no one hates more the experience of having to open presents in front of the person who bought it for you. feigning surprise and utter enthusiasm when you open book vouchers and a pencil case. even if the present is exactly what you wanted, the best present in the world; it still feels forced when you smile and thank them. i've always wondered why that is.

i want to be back in summer. back when slipping into tiny shorts and a tshirt was enough for the day. having to keep perfectly preened and bronzed all the time. not having a care in the world.
my favourite place to be, is probably with a becks in the sun, sitting outside a pub. salcombe, camden, they'll all do. the utter feeling you get when you are sitting there, sipping, breathing in the warm air, letting the cool breeze wash over you, knowing that what you are doing right now, isn't really impacting any major part of your life.
summer is the one time where you can let all your cares free and smile.