Thursday, 4 June 2009
Summer is a bewildering concept. Without winter it wouldn’t exist the same way glory would be indescribable to someone who have never experienced the opposite – tragedy and tribulation. It’s perplexing how the common man on the street perceive summer as a destination, and keep him running on the treadmill of life in anticipation of reaching the pinnacle summer month of June. And the reasons for dreaming of June are many; parks and gardens are painted in vivid coloured plants, the gloomy mood of winter is washes away with warm ocean waves, days are longer and skirts worn by women are shorter and sexier. Life and joy peaks with few or no threats in sights that can disturb the elevated mood on as one enjoys the rollercoaster ride of sunshine, social gatherings and casual glasses of cider. City workers on the other hand, might think otherwise.