I love August. It’s one of my two most favorite months. I love the heat, the faded days, the feeling of summer winding down. And I love the in-between-ness. The pool is mostly empty, save a few lonely toys left behind, but the days are still plenty hot. The summer blooms are still full show, but I spot a few hasty leaves that are already changing color. And the occasional morning lets slip a hint of crispness in the air, but my favorite apple house isn’t open just yet. And threaded through it all there is a stillness. It is a meditation in both lament and promise.