What is it about August that makes it feel like summer is holding its breath? Maybe it can feel that autumn is right around the corner—the air preparing to turn crisp and sharp, looking ahead to cloudy skies and the heady smell of earth hanging heavy at our doors. For the crunch of leaves on the street and the embrace of an autumn rainstorm blocking out the world and creating a reader’s paradise.
Maybe summer itself isn’t holding its breath. Perhaps it’s me, after all. No matter what part of me longs to cling to each season, the hope for autumn outweighs them all, every time.
All of this to say that August has been a wonderful—albeit hectic—final dance of the season—and with it, cherished memories.
I already know I’ll look back on this summer with deep fondness. From baseball games to weekend getaways to failed dates. What a charmed life I live, and how blessed am I to breathe?
A few highlights from this sunshine-forward, boiling pavement, blue-skied-filled month:
– Time with dear friends! Rock skipping, day-trips, and general shenanigans.
– Leavenworth adventures with my bro and his gal. We had a great time celebrating my brother’s birthday; it was the perfect escape!
– Leaning into my love for piano and trying to learn more about music theory. I call this—admittedly very scattered—sequence “Alone in The House at Night” and it makes me feel like an emotionally tortured Victorian woman presiding over a vast estate:
Even with such a joy filled month, my spirits have been low in the day-to-day—a residual, restless sadness I’ve carried for years. But when I sit with that sadness, it tells me different things, and if I listen close enough, it turns into gratefulness. Gratefulness for the hard-earned wisdom that reminds me that it’s okay to grieve, and it’s okay to want, but that it’s not worth wallowing in for a moment beyond reflection.
Thank you for reading and I wish you a wonderful month ahead!