I used to believe that a new season, new year, or any major life event would announce itself with a great ruckus, and time onwards would change in light of it. As if the transition from 2022 to 2023, one’s graduation, or the death of a loved one would bring a new smell to it; a palpable shift in the atmosphere.

But summer came two days ago and it was disappointing. More than disappointing, actually – it completely failed at its job. I woke up, looked outside the window and was met with grey, rainy skies. Inside the hospital, staff were all wearing coats and jackets and the heater had to be turned on. The heater, in summer!

Of course, one should expect less from arbitrary designations of the climate. But I think it is natural to look forward to things.