Spring has sprung here in the Pacific Northwest. A favorite season — maybe even the *perfect* season, but is spring the perfect season for traveling? More specifically, is it the perfect season for traveling by book?
If you were to pick one season out of the entire year to devote to reading, which season would it be?
If you had three consecutive months with nothing on your agenda except for reading, which three months would you pick?
What is the perfect time of year to make books your destination, or to travel — to visit places — specifically to spend time reading there?
Are these many different questions, or just one?
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People often complain about how boring it is to converse about the weather. Weather is considered unimaginative small talk by many.
I love talking about the weather. It is maybe the only kind of small talk that is actually meaningful (unless it is just simpletons complaining about rain who are only satisfied when the sun is out).
Many of these same people who are bored by weather are the type of people who TRAVEL and go places and prioritize taking vacations. I think this is funny because many (if not most) of these same people travel specifically to experience different weather (a different climate) than they would get at home at the same time of year, and/or gauge the success of their trips on what the weather was like while they were on them.
I’m just ruminating right now about whether the question I’m actually asking by pondering the perfect season for reading is what is the perfect WEATHER for reading.