The first week of 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, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
August 3rd - let’s take a pause for summer
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
I’ve got to say that this description of August is exactly what it feels like here at my house…glaring noons and sweet sunsets with color in abundance.
The heat of summer makes me pause, too often in fact. There has been a lot of summer afternoon naps in my life these days. Too hot to do much of anything.
Summer has set in with its usual severity.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I need to remember how much I’ll miss these sunny blue skies when winter comes and there will be only one dark, gray day after another. We are often too impatient to pause, and as a result, we miss out on a great deal. Remembering the days are long and life is good. It's time to give thanks and rest and celebrate. Time to slow down and savor the moment.
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.