There’s just something about August. I realize I am likely somewhat alone in this, but it’s actually one of my favorite months. Sultry hot days, gilded fields, the amber glow that permeates the air. It feels as if the whole month is painted gold. Maybe it’s the way the days are starting to shorten a bit and sunrise and sunset suddenly seem more prominent, more accessible.
Or maybe it’s that leftover feeling from childhood when I knew that August meant summer was coming to a close. Everything seems more precious when it begins to fade.
“... Could we compel
One grain of one vanishing moment to deliver
Its golden ghost, loss would be gain
And Love step naked from illusion’s shell.
Did we but dare to see it,
All things to us, you and I to each other,
Stand in this naked potency of farewell.”