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Dear Kelly,

Autumn makes me depressed. I don’t want it to be autumn. How do I get over the death of summer, and should I just move somewhere where it’s always summer?

From,

Claire

I’m sorry for your loss, Claire.

The death of summer is hard to take, every time. I’m not sure if it’s the same for you, but for me, the hardest thing about the transition from summer to autumn is the pervasive thought, no matter what, that you did not make the most of it. You did not have enough fun. You did not relax enough. You did not spend enough time outside. You did not have enough tomato, or watermelon. You did not swim in a pool. And I think this feeling of never having taken full advantage, and never having done enough, is not of our fault, Claire. We are doing our best.

I think this is the fault of the myth of summer.

The myth of summer tells you that summer is supposed to be carefree. Your skin should be sun-kissed and always slightly damp in an attractive way. You should frequently be on a beach, or at a baseball game. You should be sipping a lemonade and feeling your muscles untense. You should have more free time, somehow, even though you are an adult and nothing about your life has fundamentally changed except for now you don’t have to wear a coat outside.