It's August. The moon was bright orange last night. I sit outside on the deck and watch the airplanes overhead, their lights twinkling against the dark clouds, red and green.
For me August is a transition month, a time of letting go the possibility of a carefree world of summer color and abundance to a more serious time of indoor commitments. As a child, I would get new books for school, as an adult I think about what I need to work on next: more writing, more painting, more observing nature and the beauty I have enjoyed since a small child.