Last night, we watched the moon on its course between two buildings. It was too low in the sky and early for a summer evening, it seemed. The nights are already getting longer.
This is the time of year when I feel like Doomsday is about to descend. Winter is coming. I can feel it in my body. I am getting heavier.
I can try to ignore it, but it shadows my every move. I find myself plotting out when I will start taking St. John's Wort again and worrying about how things will go after December when the real weight of depression pushes me under.
If I never saw snow again, I could believe in a just universe.