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     And  it  is  always  like  this.  When you go skiing and want to have frosty 
weather with a lot of snow, it starts thawing and your skis sink in the slush. In-
stead of a 
snowfall and hoarfrost on the trees you get excellent sleet. The 
weather does not feel any pangs of remorse. 
     When you go in the car to the country, enjoying 
nice weather and a beautiful 
view of a 
rainbow in the blue sky, you pay no attention to some haze on the ho-
rizon. Some time later a thin mist in the distance turns into a thick fog and you 
spend a lovely two hours instead of one at the steering wheel. 
     When you plant some much-cared-for flowers in the garden, either a 
ground frost 
or a 
hail storm kills them. Digging muddy flowerbeds one feels exasperated: “What 
beastly weather we’ve had this week! And it keeps nasty! Wretched!” 
     To tell the truth, sometimes the weather is ashamed and 
 turns for the better. 
But not always. More often it sticks to its own pattern and after a 
short warm 
spell turns bad again. Why is it always like this? Maybe, because the weather 
likes surprises and wants to bring in adventures to our life, breaking the boring 
routine with marvellous happenings? 
     In  England,  where  the  weather  seems to change every minute, you might 
imagine that people’s moods would reflect these changes. But the English are 
regarded as an undemonstrative and rather 
placid race. 
     For myself, I know I am affected by the weather. There is a 
big difference in 
my energy levels during the different seasons. In winter I have nothing like as 
much enthusiasm for doing things as I have in the summer. Even on sunny days 
I find it difficult to make myself do anything more than I have to. While not get-
ting particularly depressed during winter, I do feel rather like a 
hibernating ani-
mal. The one exception to this is when I go to the mountains - in spite of the 
freezing temperatures, I feel exhilarated by the fresh, clear air and once more 
ready for anything. Unlike most people, I love the wind. I have never experi-
enced a 
tornado or a real hurricane, just a strong gale, and I find it thrilling. The 
wind gives me both physical and mental energy. It sweeps away all my stale 
thoughts and gives me the feeling of being able to start again. It makes me feel 
much more creative, but at the same time slightly mad. 
     In contrast to this happy feeling produced by the wind, my lowest time is on 
days of grey skies and constant rain. Then, it doesn’t take much to make me 
short-tempered with people; also, the ability to make sensible decisions seems to 
go out of the window at this time. 
     My wet weather mood 
contrasts greatly with my sunny day behaviour. I no-
tice two changes in me - one which is more dramatic than the other. If we have a 
period of dull weather followed by a bright sunny day, I feel cheerful, happy and 
full of joy, as if a burden has been lifted from me. If this one sunny day is fol-
lowed by more and more sunny days, my mood settles down into one of 
 con-
tentment, openness and a feeling of physical well-being. My face relaxes, as 
does my body, and I feel able to cope with everybody and everything. 
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