August.
The coolest name of the months, but one of the hottest. It means back to school, humidity, and slightly shorter days. It’s a sleep month where instead of sitting on porches and soaking in the heat, it’s back to the grind.
August.
Eighth month of the year. 2010 is flying by, but I’ll say that again in September. It’s the end of summer to society, but not to the calendar. It’s the start of pre-season football and the trade deadline for baseball. New beginnings and last chances to get the perfect team together, because October is right around the corner.
August.
A time to rush during the week but slow down when you’re off. A time to soak in the remaining hot, orange sunsets and to listen to cicadas before they stop and to outdoor music before they move it inside where it’s constricted to only the paying audience. Everyone knows that like us, music should never be tied down.
August.
I like it.
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