They speak of certain winds that drive people crazy - Hermann Hesse wrote about the Fohn, a wind in his adopted land of Switzerland; the Saharan nomads hunker down when the blue sirocco blows across the molten sands; the hot, dry Santa Ana in California have driven whole cities insane, and made it rain frogs.
But I think the August doldrums are worse...the dead calm of the middle of August that just sits on your sweltering soul and dares you to do something - do ANYTHING! Just as long as it’s fun and crazy!
Make the choice: act or die.
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