August....ugh.

Maybe it's the beginning of the school year. Maybe it's the beginning of the work year (for the teachers). Maybe it's the june bugs taking over every swimming pool. But for some reason, I've always despised August.

I did not come to this decision lightly. Every year, as the end of July looms near, I feel the August dread climbing over me like the stale, warm heat of 5 p.m. Suffocating. It makes me long for a quick flash forward to October or November. Cool, crisp air. Breathable.

Rains have descended. Perhaps this August will be different. Somehow altered by the lugubrious sky.