Since it’s getting to be that time of year where people suffer from seasonal depression along with any other kind of depression they may be facing

Just that time of year. 🙄😔🤗❤️

Leaves of red and brown, lay on the bottom of the pool, sucked into the drain.
Shimmering and beckoning to me,
Calling my name.
The water, cool to the touch, gives gooseflesh.
I take a breath, and dive into the deep.
The cold is awakening. My hands outstretched, and find the limp leaves in a single pile stuck to the bottom of the pool floor. They feel like cold skin, summer's end.
A hello to autumn, and a preclude to winter's death.
I hold my breath.
And holding my breath for a minute or two, looking up to the surface, I suddenly want to breathe in the water, to pour the ten thousand gallons into my lungs. And in my dream, I do just that.
But instead of panic or fear, I can breathe as if I were a fish with gills instead of a human with lungs.
I marvel at my new-found ability.
Minutes pass and I'm still breathing liquid death. But I'm alive as I've never been before.
Into the deep, I live and breathe.
Then darkness.
And before I know it, your hands reach out and grab mine, pulling me to the surface, where the sun"s bright and blinding light awakens me from my depth trance, my death dance.

"Christ!" You scream at me. "You could have drowned!"
I show her the wet leaves in my hand, and say without any emotion, "You should have left me with the leaves in the deep."

-Montana✍️😎