But I love gray, rainy days, because I find them aesthetically pleasing, and maybe because I don't think they get enough love. They make me feel rather passionate. However, in essence and against my will, they depress me.
That's exactly how I felt when I lived in Seattle. I think it must be a biological need for sunshine.
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That's exactly how I felt when I lived in Seattle. I think it must be a biological need for sunshine.