Hello August, we meet again. This year you bring with you big changes and the promise of more to come. But we both know that change has always been your way. You are the month of fading flowers and school supplies. You are the heavy-hearted countdown to summer's end in a year when I hardly got to know summer at all. So you will have to pardon my mixed feelings that you've arrived so soon. In just a few weeks, you will give way to cooler breezes, turning leaves. I'll welcome the relief when it gets here, yes, but there's no need for you to rush off. I like the cicada song. And I am enchanted by the way that you bathe my workshop in the golden light of evening time. Best of all, I like that you hold the birthdays for so many of my favorite people in this world. So, I welcome you, August. I really am glad that you are back and look forward to the stories you'll tell.