Summertime, when the air is warm and the sky has rolling grey clouds that run edge to edge horizon, these are my favorite days. There are many that worship the sun, I am not one. It finds favor only for the liberating warmth and amazing beauty delivered on arrival of those longcast rays. Skin, a peculiar reaction, and disdain. Perhaps a doctor could tell me why, I do not even bother as they always fail when confronted with my oddities. Direct contact with sunlight makes my skin itchy crawly hurt. Concentrated on my arms, from tolerable, occasionaly nasty. Mentioned this one day, mom concurred experiencing a feeling occasionaly as well. Then, while shade is nice on a brightlit day, I prefer the freedom of warmth tinted under with nice cloudcover. Clouds of kind hinting towards long picnic bikerides not rain mind you.