Tired and flat and hiccupy after an enervating week and too much emotion, I managed to force myself to put the cleaning rag down and sit out on the deck in the darkness for ten minutes.
I was rewarded by a warm breeze cooling me off, playing a soft melody on the pewter wind chimes. And crickets.
Thank you August.
I will not have a meltdown and spoil what's left of you.
Because you won't let me, will you.