It’s only mid-august, yet summer feels like it’s starting to end already. I think it really shot its load in june and july this year, and now there’s just not that much heat left to blast at us. There’s a coolness in the mornings when I walk the dog, and again in the evenings when we sit out on the stoop. The days may be hot, but you know there will be some relief in just a few hours. The trees are dry from so little rain, that leaves are browning and falling to the sidewalk below, as if to say autumn is coming soon…
I think of August as the “quiet” summer month. More people are away on vacation, the novelty of summer has worn off. It’s peaceful...
I don't have links to these photos, but I believe they're all originally from flickr from these users: 1) dorellana, 2) elle photography, 3) mademoiselle granny, 4) shelbi dimond, 5) tamara lichtenstein, 6) yvette inuffio
