To August

August has its very own feeling. It's quieter than June and July. The summer ends softly, like a feather floating to the ground.

I am looking forward to the calm in which to read, to walk, to wonder, to do nothing at all. There's ripe tomatoes in my garden and I'll make a galette. Work-life balance will flow naturally. Contentment will be achieved. This is my plan for August. I wouldn't be me, though, if I didn't know that plans, like rules, have a way of getting broken ...