wither

Though it doesn't get nearly the same attention as its grey, Wintery sister, Summer Seasonal Affective Disorder is a right bitch. This time every year, the sun singes my soul and I watch the weather forecast every night with dread and horror. If I see the temp is going to be over 80ish...I can feel the blackness start to creep in around the edges. Sometimes it takes everything I've got to make it to Fall -- and I mean that quite literally.