Maybe I'll end up in the forest, the mountains,
maybe even the city.
I think no matter where I go,
so long as the summer blues don't consume,
I will be happy.
And I know,
"Don't wait until the right place, the right time, to be happy"
But god forbid, I stay in this sweltering abyss of heat.
Wet and somber, impossible to find solace in nature.

That might be it.