the rite of spring

My favorite season is Autumn, particularly the month of October with its steady 50 degree weather. Winter is OK, but I despise the Summer. (I believe there is no need for me to be sweating, unless it is purposely so.) However, as much as I loathe being in a foul mood and facing the high electrical bills that come with running constant air-conditioning for 3 months plus, with the latter I know what I'm getting.

Spring, on the other hand, reminds me of dating and not in a a good way: its constant and unreliable changes in climate and temperature stand-ins for the indecisive nonsense I've dealt with in romantic situations for years and years. Man...