August is nearly here. Ever since I got past kindergarten, August has signaled the end of summer, long days to be too hot and too bored, a dead time, a month for things to wither and leave exoskeletons behind. It used to frustrate me. As I've gotten older, I find this stoppage liberating. It is a month without expectation now. No school looms. Fall is coming, but not yet. No holidays to reorder life around. It's a free space. I'm planning on filling it with expeditions.
