I don't think viljo was being sinical (cynical?) at all... but I won't speak for him.
To be honest, I think my emotions are more tied to the seasons than they are to any type of logic. When the winds shift, and the smell changes, I change.
I remember the feeling in march, the first day that it gets above 0°C. I can't believe spring came again. I feel as if I was just released from a death camp - I don't know what to do with the euphoria that has been pumping 24/7.
Not quite the opposite, but very close, happens during the end of fall. The start of fall, which is very symbolic to my very first mushroom excursion, often brings me back to that place. I didn't realize at the time how important the setting of nature - the season - was to me.
I will forever be affected by that trip and how it caused me to perceive fall and the oncoming winter.
... I remember extremely vividly the day after my trip feeling like a wavy cloud. I felt perfectly fine (it wasn't a week or so after the trip until I started to feel psychotic). I was driving down the road, the wind was slight and moist. It was about 50 degrees out, the trees were all orange and brown. The smell was that of moist leaves. Me and my friends were going to go far away in the woods to explore. We were hopping around just looking at the local mushrooms. Bending over, high as a kite, amazed at every individual mushroom. I felt infinite, as if I was feeling the entire emotion on earth at once. The season was hitting me, a continuous wind blowing my hair and my mind. I wanted it to last forever, but I knew soon, the days would fade, the sun would dim. Cold would become overwhelming and I would be stuck - atleast that was my perception. But this song, so intense to me still today, was playing;
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I have to go help my mom.