Walks: Hood
Distance Average: 4.5 miles
Well, here's August with its strange mix of sadness, lack of motivation, sort of lostness for Ciwt. What to make of August? There's so much 'same old, same old' in it. Out here it is the same old cold, grey, Windy weather; back East it was the 'dog days' of windless heat, clothes clinging humidity and smelly green weeds covering the lake. It's not a ho hum month for Ciwt, too disjointed for that.
Many people love August, its slowness, gentleness, its deep summerness. Some others feel more like Ciwt.
Poet Sylvia Plath for instance who wrote:
And the writer Sue Monk Kidd has this thought:
Welcome to your August.
Love, Ciwt
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