“The seasonal depression is coming in hard this year, Dr. Sims.”
“Why do you think this time of year gets you so down?”
I never know how to answer this question. Loneliness? Overworked?
I glance out the window. The sky is completely clear of clouds. The sun shines brightly. The leaves are still on the trees, still a deep forest green.
“It’s pretty warm for December, isn’t it?”
“Seventy the high, right?” I didn’t even wear a jacket leaving the house. Now I’m thinking of that song.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…
No snow this year. More disappointment.