I picture a family having, like, a picnic on their lawn in a 40's-50's time when they realized there are mice coming out of their house or something. Like, the underlying creepiness of things most find so charming. I always interpret this as the empty feeling of summer. Most will probably disagree with this, because I've never known someone to dislike summer in the way I do, but this is just my interpretation. In summer it feels like you should be doing something, the sun doesn't go down before you sleep, everything feels sticky and raw, and you're waiting for something to happen, whether that be a fun barbecue or someone poisoning the lemonade.
I picture a family having, like, a picnic on their lawn in a 40's-50's time when they realized there are mice coming out of their house or something. Like, the underlying creepiness of things most find so charming. I always interpret this as the empty feeling of summer. Most will probably disagree with this, because I've never known someone to dislike summer in the way I do, but this is just my interpretation. In summer it feels like you should be doing something, the sun doesn't go down before you sleep, everything feels sticky and raw, and you're waiting for something to happen, whether that be a fun barbecue or someone poisoning the lemonade.