Winter requires a certain bravery. It requires ammunition.
Summer, on the other hand, flurries by without effort, without a fuss. The music I tend to gravitate toward during that season is light. Pastel. Carefree. Like elegant cursive letters sprawled out over paper.
In the Winter, this simply will not do. I need substance. I need a song to set off my mental fuses, to reach out and pull me from the haze. Drum clarity into my brain. Pound out the temptation to fall into hibernation. I need something that drives me forward. That gives me a reason to even stir instead of settle like debris in still water.