July is dead.
Today is August 2.
Normally I would go off on a woe is me summer is dying rant. I would explain that winter begins on September 1 and that I have done very little to enjoy the summer and that panic cripples me as I decide how to wrestle the most out of August.
I'm taking a new approach this year. I have decided to enjoy September.
This extends my summer to two months remaining instead of one.
I can live with that.
August looms ahead of me with a challenge to enjoy. I believe I am up to the challenge.
I also know that August will blow by at the speed of life.
When it does I will embrace September with tender love and eager anticipation.
There is still time. There is still life.
It is still entirely possible to live a sweet T-shirts and shorts, slow moving, easy breathing, eyes wide open with wonder existence.
At least for the next two months.
When October rolls around all bets are off.
I have lived in New England for too long.
I am not an idiot.