From the bookmarks file: Lee LeFever on why Seattleites crave the end of summer. I disagree on the whole; summertime in Seattle is goddamn glorious and far too fleeting.

These passages did resonate with me, though:

But the arrival of summer sun comes with an obligation, a duty to make up for lost time, a need to squeeze every drop of fun from a few months of long warm days. It’s a feeling of pressure, pressure to make the most of a fleeting resource.

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We Ask: Am I taking advantage of this time I’m given? What can I do to truly make this summer special?

I have certainly felt that way. In midsummer I tend to feel both manic and drunk on sunshine. I never seem to get everything done that I want to in the summer. But I've felt that way everywhere, not just Seattle. In my opinion there are better cities in which to get your cozy on, if that's your thing.