Are You a Summer Person or a Spring and Fall Person?

I have a unique love for two distinct seasons: summer and fall. It’s an unlikely mix, but it perfectly describes my personal preferences.

Summer, especially August, brings scorching hot days filled with actual warmth and sunny weather. The vibrant colors of fall leaves, particularly the warm oranges and reds, also hold a special place in my heart. Although the wind can be a bit chillier during the change of seasons, the earth still retains the warmth from the summer sun, which I find comforting and invigorating.

In contrast, spring feels like a complete opposite to my taste. Despite the colorful bursts of nature, I miss the warm yellows, oranges, and reds of fall. The earth is still cold and just thawed, and even with the warmer temperatures, springtime feels incredibly cold. Spring flowers, beautiful as they are, feature cool, pale hues, which don’t quite satisfy my yearning for warmth.

Winter, the least favorite season for most, is an unenjoyable experience for me. Everything is cold and dark, and I thrive on actual sunshine and warm, natural colors. The idea of freezing all day and missing the sun for months is simply not my cup of tea.

For me, the perfect season is all about stable daylight hours, sunshine, and warm colors. My preference leans towards temperatures ranging from 25-37 Celsius, ensuring a comfortable and enjoyable environment.

A Spring and Fall Person

I tend to be a more subtle and gentle individual who doesn’t fit neatly into traditional seasonal categories. My joy in life begins to grow when daylight starts to noticeably grow longer, often in February, even though it’s still very much mid-winter where I am in Finland. The frost and snow are tolerable as long as the promise of longer days is clear.

I thrive during the best part of my annual cycle, from late March to early July. This includes the season when daylight increases the fastest and the period of white nights in southern Finland. Midsummer, the summer solstice, is a bittersweet day for me. It marks the longest day of the year yet signals the start of the shortening day. This ambivalence resonates deeply with my psychology.

My mental pain begins in early July when I start to notice the nights getting darker. It feels like a minor form of death, even though the warmest days of summer are still ahead. I would gladly trade warm days for longer nights, if possible.

After carefully considering the various seasons, I realize I can’t simply choose either summer or the combined spring and fall. My preference lies somewhere in between, reflecting the unique blend of my season preferences.