August is the peak of all the boredom and sunburn and melted popsicles and rained out play dates and refused sleepovers marinated tossed and rolled into a month. It’s days before school starts again and you begin to appreciate what little chalk covered sidewalk days you have left, even when you’re a whole twenty two years old.
Life is full of so much agony and happiness and they hold one another in an embrace forever. The scent of the past relinquishes the joy of feeling. However small and insignificant, it matters to me. It’s precious to me. I hold it in my memory for a second longer knowing it will leave me tomorrow. Knowing it will find me willing