It’s midsummer in the UK – 4am. My bedroom faces east. The light filters through the curtains, brightening the room, urging me to wake up. I took down the black out ones, wanting to work with natures hours, move with the seasons, relish everything each had to offer. Now I find summer is by far the least pleasurable.
Why I can't wait for Winter to arrive
Why I can't wait for Winter to arrive
Why I can't wait for Winter to arrive
It’s midsummer in the UK – 4am. My bedroom faces east. The light filters through the curtains, brightening the room, urging me to wake up. I took down the black out ones, wanting to work with natures hours, move with the seasons, relish everything each had to offer. Now I find summer is by far the least pleasurable.