August 1

There is a subtle change in the air today. In your life.
It is August 1.
So far this summer you have been digging in your heels, leaning backwards against the inevitable passing of warmth. Having a good time. Going, doing, experiencing, digging. Displaying a passive smile.
Today the balance has been shifted. You have been pulled forward against your will and you are now leaning, staggering forward towards the end of summer. Panic is beginning to creep across your face and the result ain't pretty.
The world tilts down and away from you and you can do nothing but descend into winter.
Things are going to start moving too quickly now. This month will blow by so fast it will make you puke.
Suddenly it will be September and you will be bundled in flannel shirts, shivering and cursing because you forgot to put pants on.
Leaves will die, they will fall, winds will blow, snow will fall, your spirits will fall.
August is a month of grim determination. And incredulous joy and wonder.You HAVE to make the most of it.
It's all you got left, baby.
So crank it up and speed it up and eat it up and dig it to the utmost. Do everything, and when you can't, do, see, smell, taste, touch and hear.
You must beat August before it beats you.
Ciao, baby.