August, a month of reunions and farewells. Waves crash on a distant shore, while lights twinkle on the horizon. The sea and the sky a deep blue, markers of proximity and distance. August, a place, at the edge of now and then, of here and there.
I’ve always had a case of the blues in August. There’s the blue of waking up early to a dawn chorus, the blue that’s pierced by the rays of a scorching sun, or the blue of relaxation and laughter at the end of a long day. I don’t think I’ve caught all of them but hey, there’s always next year.
(P.S. Try toggling the button on the header. It will hide the photos, and maybe you will glimpse those blues one more time.)