My depression goes away in the Winter. Come summer I get seasonal agression and hide in the basement.

I love that, thank you very much.

The blackberries are ripening. I walked a friend’s farm and picked a couple pints.

The locusts are out and singing of an evening.

The corn sweat has kicked in, it’s muggy and smells like corn outside.

Life’s not bad when you ignore the stuff they want you to focus on.