Today is the midpoint of August. For some reason unknown to me, this time of year always feels rather sad to me.
I remember as a little girl that my grandmother, Nana, always felt sad this time of year. Her husband, Albert, had died on August 25th. Every August she spent grieving his loss.
My sense of August feeling sad probably is a childhood holdover from the end of summer and the fear/anxiety/excitement of returning to school. It's probably that simple.
When I think about September, I think of new beginnings, new shoes, and days that feel like summer but are not.
Yeah, those are definitely holdover feelings from childhood.
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