August is a bit of a nostalgic month, and I reflected on this at my monthly YA Outside the Lines post. A sample: "August was the sunset of summer, the final golden days of freedom. August was the month when I realized summer really was finite."
I love August and hate to see the summer end. Most
people adore autumn, but that's the hardest season for me. It's getting
easier every year, though--partly because time passes so quickly now
that I know I will just about blink and the season will change again.
Meanwhile, it's still August, for a little while longer.