escaping from summer

As the sun maintains its tyrannical zenith and the buzzing cicadas drown out the sound of one’s own heart, when the concrete scorches tender, bare feet, when the sky is so dazzlingly bright and hot that the electric blueness of it is burned into your retinas, well, that’s when I start to feel a little depressed.

My knitting lies in tangles and frizzes, untouched. The pages of books wilt underneath my fingertips. Gardens are unattended and parched, and little messes in the home accumulate under an uncaring eye. Under the weight of this mid-to-late summer malaise, ennui, whatever you want to call it – I just can’t be bothered to care.

I think one of the symptoms of depression is “…loss of interest in daily activities”; activities, which, I might add, I am normally rather enthusiastic about.  So I have come to the conclusion that this is a kind seasonally affective disorder, though not the sort that most folks experience.  It is the distinct lack of sun which I crave.

There’s really not much to be done for it save drawing the curtains, cranking down the AC, pouring oneself an icy drink, and contemplating all of the dark, quiet, cool places to which one can escape during these wretched summer months.

Mossy castles…

Blarney Castle in Ireland on flickr

 

Hushed cathedrals…

St. Vitus Cathedral, Prague on flickr

Blue lagoons…

The Blue Lagoon (Bláa lónið) in Iceland on flickr

I suppose mentioning Iceland is a bit of a cheat, since I do have plans to be there at the end of August, ostensibly the hottest, most miserable time of year here in swamplandia.  And if I find any quiet cathedrals or mossy castles there – all the better!

What is your escape plan during these brain-boiling summer months?  What deliciously chilled places do your daydreams take you when the sun is melting your face off?  Let’s just all run away and come back when the leaves begin to turn this autumn.

2 Comments on escaping from summer

  1. OTB
    July 12, 2014 at 6:21 pm (3 years ago)

    There *is* a kind of seasonal affective disorder that is triggered by too much light, I think it is like 1 percent of all cases. I definitely have it. Summers I just want to fade away into nothing. I like fireflies and woodsy retreats, but I lack both of those things in quantities.

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    • S. Elizabeth
      July 13, 2014 at 3:25 pm (3 years ago)

      I recall you mentioning something about one of your trips to upstate NY (I think) and you had gone out for an early morning paddle on a little boat (maybe?) That seems like the nicest thing to do in the middle of summer. I think you mentioned loons as well. I’ve somehow inserted myself into this memory and when ever I get too hot and sweaty I think of this little cabin retreat to cool myself off!

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