"Fairest of the months!
Ripe summer's queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear."
~ R. Combe Miller
It is August and in two weeks I shall be thirty-four. I am surrounded by the beauty of summertime. This month truly is “the fairest of the months” and I would share this opinion even if my birthday did not fall right in the middle of such a beautiful time of year. It is a shame that I no longer feel in me the vibrancy of August. I do not feel old. I am not old. I merely feel weary … worn out … tired. My halo of light appears to have burned out.
Have you ever encountered individuals from your past and meeting them, while enjoyable and often fun, brings feelings of inadequacy and self-consciousness? I have had two such meeting in as many weeks. One: Someone who attended college with me and now works for a radio station in Little Rock. Two: A dear friend from childhood, high school and adulthood. Both women are stunningly beautiful. Both have varying degrees of success in their lives … and then there is me.
By next year may I feel as sweet as the month of August.
I want my song to sing itself.
"In summer, the song sings itself." ~William Carlos Williams