On the First Day of August

Summer Nights

 August bursts at the seams with sticky heat. Stretching on, blazing hot. It is stifling and I wait for it to break.

But August is the last, and each day it draws closer. So, I fold the parasol in surrender. I want to feel it on my skin, stinging and red, before it's gone.  The welcomed dark nights are tinted with a warm sadness. A reminder that this, like all things that seem infinite, will be over too soon.

If I was a month, I would surely be August. 
Restless. 
Uneasy at the end.


[ Pentax k1000, on 100iso film that expired in 2008]
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5 comments:

  1. OBSESSED with that picture, Sam... You know me and the sun, BFF that we are... it's perfect!!

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  2. This is exactly why August is my favorite month. Perfectly described, Sam. Thank you.

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  3. Beautiful picture, gorgeous words.

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  4. Such a beautiful descriptions :)

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  5. Well said, Thanks for giving a perfect description of August!!

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