"August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year. It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms." - Victoria Erickson
We have had one hell of a summer.
Busy, full of travel and sunshine.
We have had long days and warm ones.
We have been on the go and made some incredible memories.
But this August, we are staying put. And I am going to linger.
I am going linger, in the slow, in the warmth, in the sunshine.
I will watch August yawn and stretch.
Sweet August, we treat you like a race to the summer finish line, but instead, I will linger in you.
We speak about you as if you are the end of the magic that is summer, but instead, I will linger in you.
I will watch all four glorious weeks unfold and I will linger.
I will watch how your nights become a little more brisk.
I will sit in your sunshine.
I will drink you in.
This summer, sweet August, I will linger.
I will listen to your thunder storms.
I will watch your hydrangeas bloom.
I will see how you prepare yourself for fall and I will linger.
I will yawn and stretch with you August.
I will make sure to walk on your streets.
I will surround myself in your warmth and I will linger.
I will walk your beaches and your grass.
I will remember the feeling of the sun on my back.
I will feel the light on my face, and I will linger.
I will watch your sunrises and sunsets August.
I will watch how you go back and forth between warm and cool.
I will remember to go slow with you for now is my time to stop.
I will linger.
I will remember how much time you still give us.
I will remember that you are in no rush.
I will remember how much we ache for your warmth during the dead of winter.
I will linger with you August.
I will be slow and gentle with you.
I will get back to my pace, the one that works for me.
I will walk and not run with you.
I will run and not track with you.
I will catch my breath with you.
And I will linger with you August.
Sweet loving August, spread your light over us and watch us linger.
