Summer memories. They seem distant but bittersweet.
Things I worried about this Summer now accomplished.
Things beginning to line up for Fall.
Blazing hot but somehow the spirit knows that September is here.
Staying up to finish a book. Happiness at good endings.
An early morning trip to the airport. Quiet conversation and home before dawn.
Back to bed to wake midmorning. Luxurious.
When I fill in the boxes of my calendar I will see that August went day by day.
I cannot believe Friday is the 1st of September myself. This month flew! I have not stayed up to finish a good book in sometime. I used to do that a lot. Thinking it is time to start again. I do a lot of my books on the bus, riding into work.
I take a half dozen books out every time. Lucky if I like one.
Oops. I am sorry, I guess Saturday is the first. ;)
I wasn’t going to correct you. Life is too short to worry about trivial things