Fear of Summer

Summer and I have been at odds with each other for as long as I can remember. 

When I think of summer, I think of fear.

I fear the change of pace.
I fear the detachment of others.
I fear people leaving.
I fear a lack of hectic schedules.
I fear feeling bored.
I fear feeling alone.
I fear unproductivity.  
I fear being distracted from God.
I fear the heat.

Beaches and oceans and seashells and swimsuits and beach bags and palm trees
do not come with fond memories for me.

Summer and I have been at odds with each other for as long as I can remember. 
I have found no soul who shares in my discomfort.
I am a lone wolf and rare seed.