there's something entirely healing about august, i can't quite place my finger on it; but it's something to do with the breeze that tries its hardest to hold onto the status of summer air, but wants to lend itself to the crispness of fall. entirely indecisive, just like me. maybe that's why i love august. or maybe, it's that the leaves are still green, but the temperature is teasing, saying: "we're so close!" it's like a month-long stand-down, constantly on the precipice of something. smoothies during the day, walking the 606. a hot tea at night, honey and lemon, sickeningly sweet. a candle that smells like the seaside, and the simple joy of realizing that so soon, it'll be time for red tips of noses and the familiar feeling of that favorite sweater.
