Sunshine, Lollipops.

Overall, and without any relation to any other season, I prefer the summer, but holy crap springtime is a breath of fresh air--and one that doesn't give you pnumonia from taking in repeatedly.

Let me relate this to a tabletop role-playing game I play. Exalted, published by White Wolf, is mostly about a bunch of heroic characters empowered by the Sun-god to make the world a better place. My girlfriend and I have had semi-serious conversations as to what sort of Exalted characters we might be. There seems to be no argument that I'd be one of those Solar Exalted, and specifically called to the Zenith aspect of the Sun. Bright sunshine, straight down on all of us.

My mind is salivating at the thought. I'm looking out the window at the sunshine, and it is glorious. And not simple because it's bright and pretty. Now it's actually warm enough to enjoy it's warm, healing touch.

Yes, I have strong feelings about sunlight.

It makes people feel better. I'm not aware of specific studies, but I'm positive that there are some, and that they confirm this. People are in better moods. This could be because others are wearing less clothing in general as the weather gets warmer, but it happens when it's cold, too. And even the nastiest, stickiest summer day in the swamps of Illinois are made better when the overcast sky breaks, and sunbeams dapple the landscape.

I can ride my bike comfortably. I don't mind walking around. Even without the glorious, blessed sun--even at night, the sheer relief of not constantly being cold makes me smile.

It will be rainy, soon--it always does that this season, and while that does suck, at least I'm not shivering, too. I'm going to try to remember that this spring. I generally object to getting water poured on me without my planning or at least consent, but perhaps I should cut the rain a bit of slack.

Watch, though--in a month, I'll yet again be ready to take away the job of being in charge of the weather from God, and give it to Ra.

~j