I experience time as a series of revolving problems: painful awkward spring yields to sweaty sleepy summer yields to deathly gloomy fall which decays into desol

I experience time as a series of revolving problems: painful awkward spring yields to sweaty sleepy summer yields to deathly gloomy fall which decays into desolate hostile winter... yet for a week in March one imagines the world good, a splendid week of hope.