As the days of summer are dwindling away – I can’t believe it’s almost over already! – we are spending more and more time at the pool and the beach, anywhere outside to enjoy the sun and the warmth when we can.
For some reason I am feeling an overwhelming sense of foreboding every time I think of the impending winter. I don’t know why but I feel like it will be a particularly bad one, and at the end of summer when I look toward winter I always have this terrible feeling like winter will come and then it will never end and bring us summer again.
Hello, anxiety! I’m just going to sit here by the pool under these leaves for as long as I can.