August Ache

It’s the last day of August, little sweetheart. And somehow it feels terribly sad.

There’s maybe something about the season you are named for and feeling, fearing its passing. There’s a kind of ache to it, somehow. I know I just have to live, to breathe in these moments and let them pass, feeling whatever comes up. There’s no fighting it.

And maybe somehow it will help inform the next moment and the next as I do my best to do as you would have me do.

I used to feel something else, I remember, in these days as autumn neared. It was a kind of renewed resolve to do good work and diligently as the last four months of the year lay ahead. Let me do that, now, little sweetheart. Let me continue with fervor and discipline and make you proud in these days ahead.

Please be near me, won’t you? Keep me on your true path. With all my love forever.