I went on holiday in June, 5th-12th. By second last day you are already saying "last time we'll do this blah blah blah". Last day you are consumed with flight arrangements. 1-2 days after back feels like you were never away. 1 month later feels like a distant memory. 3 months on in September I'm already seeing we have only 13 hours daytime and I'm consigned to a shitty rainy winter. Fuck.
Least you can play in snow, we just get moderately cold and wet weather - if depression could be weather it would be what we get. Dreary, wet, cold, grey shitty weather. Boring.