I will force it to be summer with the powers of my mind
Repeat after me:
It is the beginning of August. I will put on sandles. I will roll up my jeans. I will walk to the river’s edge to feed the ducks. I will enjoy watching the boats on the river Shannon. I will think about how lovely an afternoon in summer is as I dangle my feet carelessly over the river’s edge.
I will pay no attention to the fact that I am soaked to the skin because I am doing all of the above in the pissing Irish rain.