written during day 2 in malta :
there's such a thing as too much sun. my genetics and instincts whisper to utilize colorful brollies. comparing a very hot summer to a very cold winter however, the lesser evil would surely be the former. when it's freezing and snowing, wearing the wrong kind of shoes for instance renders walking much trickier, tendency to slide, hurting the coccyx and the likes. i also find summer clothes much more colorful than the grey overtones of the chill. in sobbing truth, i tend to accept that the stuff of dreams of wet snowflakes just looks better in imagined universe.
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