August Rush

[The perfect collision of summer and fall--cold, wet, crunchy grapes. Taken July 2012.]

Dear August,

Welcome! I've been waiting for you. You bring along the promise of soon-to-be crisp mornings and the end of those muggy afternoons. I know, I know--you're still summer, and so is most of September, but you mean something to me anyway. You start that magical, beginning of the semester time of year. The season of new books and fresh pens. Of paper and leaves and Dashboard Confessional.

You hint at autumn sometimes, and for now, that's enough for me.

(Just try not to take too long.)