I have mixed emotions about August. I feel this subtle shift from high summer to late summer much more poignantly than any other seasonal change. August reminds me of how quickly time passes, and I’m not quite ready to accept another year is approaching sooner rather than later. It is with great reluctance that I must let go of this favorite season, but it is also with great hope that I look forward to what comes next.
For most people, I imagine, this happens closer to January and New Year’s, but for me, August is the turning point in my calendar year. The month’s warm, golden rays mark the winding down of summer’s—and my—most precious moments: the unparalleled delight of biting into perfectly ripened peaches and tomatoes; unhurried evenings spent outdoors with friends or sitting quietly alone, with only the serenade of crickets and the twinkling of fireflies for company; and those occasional afternoons when thunderstorms roll in, only to make my small corner of the world that much brighter and greener when they pass.
So every year of late, August has been when I renew my resolution to not be anxious about time slipping by, but to simply enjoy each and every moment while it lasts. For the great beauty about August is that it also heralds the promise of crisp, cool days to come and, with them, a refreshing anticipation for what the next season of life will bring.
What about you? Do you have any season you’re particularly reluctant to see come to an end, or are you always ready for the changes each new time of year brings?
—Jordan Marxer, Creative Director/Editorial, Victoria magazine