I'm feeling so sad at the end of summer and the looming cold and grey. I don't know why but I feel like I didn't experience a proper summer this year. While not quite as bad as last year, it only got truly warm in my location for about a week and I was busy for most of it. And it was only "hot" as such for four or five days in total (I'm aware the south east had it better).
It was last night when I accidentally misjudged the darkness when out running that it really hit home...dark at 8 again. I miss the glorious carefree running at 9!
If I had another three months of June/July weather that would suffice but alas...
It's really ever since the pandemic that I feel panicky or anxious about missing out, I think it's because I truly did miss out then.
Anyone else?