But my heart told my head

Dear future hubster,

I can't really fool my body. We've been together for too long. This body knows exactly that this time of the year we're supposed to be cold, suffering through short and snowy days and endless winter nights. Mind you, this is the exact same body that, for seven years living on the Western edge of the GMT+1 time zone, couldn't get over the fact that there can be daylight at 9:30 pm in July. And the same one that's utterly confused on a permanent basis because we're going on 33 and have never been pregnant. Quite a smart body, this one.

So no wonder this body is surprised by the mild temperatures (24 Celsius), the strength of the sun, the breeze coming from the lake, and the overall warm smell of the air. No wonder the body tells the mind "It's summer! We're young! We're free! Love!" and other silly things. It tells the mind to be more relaxed, more sociable, more easy-going than usual (the mind is a bit of a paranoid control freak one, you'll learn soon), and takes delight in the beauties of a Saturday afternoon feeling like Sunday. 

Result: We all (mind, body, myself) are quite happy.