I find it very aggravating that weather like this is actually making me sad. Primarily in that I am not outside ENJOYING IT, and am instead SITTING IN MY AWFUL OFFICE with stark white walls, nothing hung up anywhere, dirty linoleum floors, and ugly black laminate desks with uglier black Dells atop them. Almost everybody else has a desk that is within a foot or two of a window -- mine, of course, is not. I have to rely on the chance stray breeze that may make it past someone else's voraciously-inhaling nostrils. There is sunshine, there is warm air, there is the smell of hot growing things. I am not in the middle of any of these. I am in the middle of an office.
I am not in the middle of fierce heat on the back of my neck. I am not in the middle of sunglasses and glare. I am not in the middle of people wearing shorts and tank tops and Keds. I am not in the middle of laying on a blanket on my roof, drinking lemonade, smoking a cigarette, and eating a sandwich from Pollio.
Weather this distressingly gorgeous should not make me sad. I just want to be in it, to go outside and drink it all up and recharge all of my winter-starved cells with the sunshine that every good Leo needs.