My Neighborhood
It's a loverly day in it
I never knew what seasonal depression was until I spent six long years living in Northeast Ohio. The sky was a drab grey for over 200 days1 a year in Akron. And the gray sat so low in the sky as to suffocate whatever life was left in you. Since my great escape from Drabistan I find myself falling to melancholy after too many grey days in a row.
