Summer was a season that relieved people of their internal turmoils. It was the time of the year when everyone dressed scantily could look out of their windows and curse the living arse out of the sun and the heat.
The pent up frustration that a man would hold came toppling down like dominoes during summer, albeit, the frustration it caused may be a tad sharper than the relief it brings around.
Regardless, fact remained that it was the time for people to curse their hearts out. The fact was felt even more by the people living in the empire who had only had the pleasure of experiencing spring for one damned arc.
All of which passed over in just a single day.
The pent up frustration was magnitudes greater than it would be in normal summers. But to be fair, people found ways to criticize the winter and the fall and the spring as well.
