Summer People
Summer people have "broad" souls and are generous, because they usually lack for nothing (and they consider this a matter of course rather than a gift of fate). They are inclined towards risk and are not at all careerists (not at any price - if it works out, it works out; if not, that's fine too), but they are quite hardworking, and that brings them their main successes.
Today we celebrated a colleague's birthday. She is a talkative and very energetic woman, regardless of her years. Looking and listening to her, I recalled something I had read somewhere about describing people by seasons. Coming home, I carefully studied the bookshelf - of course, Māra Svīre's essays - spring, summer, autumn, and winter people. I turned over in my mind all my friends and acquaintances, their dates of birth. I will try to write - what are people of each season like? This time, about summer.
Summer people have "broad" souls and are generous, because they usually lack for nothing (and they consider this a matter of course rather than a gift of fate). They are inclined towards risk and are not at all careerists (not at any price - if it works out, it works out; if not, that's fine too), but they are quite hardworking, and that brings them their main successes.
Summer people are emotional, impulsive, quick to flare up, but they do not bear grudges. They are proud and persistent in achieving their goals. They do not get caught up in minor details, which means it does not drain their extra strength and allows them to focus on the goal.
Both women and men are very active in the sexual realm. They do not feel the weight of years even when they are long past eighteen, or twenty-five, or even fifty-five. Women dress and apply make-up just as brightly as in their youth and pay no attention to the smirkers behind their backs.
"Summer people stand on top of the hill. One might wonder: so easily up! But they consider it a matter of course, even though they have exerted little effort themselves. Perhaps they have unconsciously surrendered to some force that carries them - perhaps the force of the sun. [..] The first grey hair surprises them - just as the birch's first yellow leaf does - but does not sadden them: it can be plucked out, not thrown away, and forgotten. They live in the conviction that there is no old age if one does not wish for it." /quote from Māra Svīre's "SOTTO VOCE"/
To be continued ...
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