August went by quickly: too much to do, so much to see, to think, to balance like a butterfly landed on my fingertip. Books to read and stories to share. Words that needed speaking finally bursting forth.
I find myself suddenly with a free evening. The class I expected to be in was canceled, and August has a pile of unattended personal adventures waiting for my attention. Somehow, though, I find myself disinterested, and wanting only to drift.
And so I shall.