Early Autumn's Vengeance//October 344th, 2023

It's September 9th and I've spent the day depressed.

Yesterday was my birthday. I briefly think about the fact that when I was younger, on the internet, I always said my birthday was the 9th rather than the 8th, because back then, giving out personal information online was a terrifying idea.

It's funny how things change.

My birthday this year, well, it was a disaster. And that had everything to do with how hot and sunny it was.

I've never considered myself a summer baby. September is fall, whether it's the 1st or the 30th. The last stepping stone on the way to October; one of two months that truly feels similar to it. September the Hopeful, and November the Mournful.

But I guess this year, Mother Nature just had to tell me I was wrong. I won't forgive the demon summer for striking me down on what was supposed to be my special day. Seasonal depression can only be endured for so long.

Tonight, though, I step outside, and the wind picks up. It sounds like a howling ghost; trees moving as if witches on brooms are speeding past them.

Thunder roars in the distance, the angry growl of some unknown creature. Is it angry because someone disturbed its slumber, or angry because it wanted to be awake already?

Lightning strikes the sky, the Jack O'Lantern flame of an angry autumn spirit. Heat and cool, about to battle.

As the rain begins to pour, and the thunder rumbles on, with the lightning illuminating the scene like a dying spotlight, I smile to myself.

An angry September thunderstorm, truly feels like summer getting what's coming to it.

Autumn is here, and ready to fight. Ready to avenge my stolen birthday, and ready to lay our scorching depression to rest for another year.

Please win this round, sweet season. We have been waiting for you.

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