“One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”

The funny thing about the weather is that it gives us something to complain about constantly. It’s too hot. Too cold. No snow! Too much snow (now I have to shovel). And of course, when it’s perfect, we know it will end.

It tells us something about human nature—life will never be good enough until we accept what it truly offers. The good. And the bad. And the banal.