August “hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn.”
–Natalie Babbit, Tuck Everlasting.

Every year around this time, I post Natalie Babbit’s beautiful words about August.
To me, they are the perfect description of this month—its feeling of suspension, its melancholy and its beauty.
And so here we are again, at the very top of summer, in the highest seat of the Ferris wheel, looking down at the world, at the months that have come before.
I wanted to say that I’m glad for August.
I wanted to say that I’m glad I’m here.
I wanted to say that I’m glad you’re here, too.

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