August

It's one of those primordial rainy days when the earth feels clean and new despite it being August.

August, the worst month in the whole year when everything is overgrown, wilting down upon itself and decaying with that sweet smell of moldering grass.

Humidity that wraps around everything until just breathing feels almost impossible. Air filled with grainy pollen and smoggy grit.

Too hot afternoons. Sticky mornings. Long still nights too cool for air conditioning, too warm to sleep without it. August.

Today the world has flung open the windows and is being wiped down.

August. Feels symbolic of our times.

Except for today.