And so we find ourselves in August. For much of my life, August brought with it the feeling of summer dragging on and on and on. Perhaps only my fellow studious only-children can relate — I was often bored and lonely in August, anxious to return to the structure and (when I was older and had more friends) the social stimulation of the school year. Now, as an adult in the perpetual sunshine of Southern California, much of that meaning has faded from August. It arrives now more like the unexpected chortle of a cuckoo clock: “Oh, is it that time already? No kidding…I could have sworn it was only half-past.”
Hot Tea in August
Hot Tea in August
Hot Tea in August
And so we find ourselves in August. For much of my life, August brought with it the feeling of summer dragging on and on and on. Perhaps only my fellow studious only-children can relate — I was often bored and lonely in August, anxious to return to the structure and (when I was older and had more friends) the social stimulation of the school year. Now, as an adult in the perpetual sunshine of Southern California, much of that meaning has faded from August. It arrives now more like the unexpected chortle of a cuckoo clock: “Oh, is it that time already? No kidding…I could have sworn it was only half-past.”