August

Perseids_movie


(Note: this is a silly sentimental blog, about the passage of time, daily life, getting older, etc. If you don’t like that kind of thing, stop reading now.)

 

 

Okay. Here goes:

 

 

I have always loved the month of August. In the Pacific Northwest where I grew up, it was usually the month in which we got some warm dry weather. As a kid, I knew it meant we were going back to school soon, but it didn’t seem to matter. Time seemed to stop in mid-August. It was (as my mother said) “beach weather”: sunny and warm and pleasant.

 

 

It’s no different here in Rhode Island. August can be brutally hot and humid here, but there are also days when it’s just – pleasant. The girls and I were sunning ourselves outdoors at lunchtime recently, and Cathleen said: “It’s a beach day.” And she was exactly right.

 

 

Sometimes there are storms, or long angry heatwaves. No matter. We know that September’s right around the corner, and – whatever else happens – the weather changes in September. (Last year there was a hurricane working its way up the coast at the end of August. We lived through it.)

 

 

Sometimes – even in mid-August – there’s an occasional cool breeze. It seems to come out of nowhere. It’s a foretaste of autumn, get it? It’s a message that summer is not going to last forever.

 

 

And there are the Perseids. This is a meteor shower that happens around mid-August (this year’s peak comes next weekend, around the 11th and 12th of August). It is supposed to be one of the year’s most spectacular displays. (I wouldn’t know. I’ve never seen a single bloody meteor. I’ve tried: I’ve waited up, and gone out in a lawn chair, and faced north. Not a single shooting star have I ever seen.)

 

 

Time stands still in mid-August. We know that summer is almost over: but it’s not over yet. The office is quiet, because so many people are away. The streets are quiet, because so many people are on vacation. Labor Day’s right around the corner, and the return to work will happen soon.

 

 

But we don’t need to think of that, do we?

 

 

Not yet, anyway.

 

 

Bring on the Perseids.


 

 

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About Loren Williams
Gay, partnered, living in Providence, working at a local university. Loves: books, movies, TV. Comments and recriminations can be sent to futureworld@cox.net.

3 Responses to August

  1. starproms says:

    I’ve never seen a meteor shower either Loren. It must be spectacular. I go to bed early so I miss most of the excitement always. I have seen Saturn though, through my husband’s telescope and that was special. I never thought I’d see Saturn with my own eyes before.
    I think our weather in England is similar to the Pacific North West. I have another blogging friend who does live there and she often has similar weather to here. Today it was very hot here – 78 degs. That’s hot in England and I didn’t feel like doing much. Autumn is my favourite month and I’m always glad when the hot days are gone.

    • After this many years in New England, you’d think I’d be used to hot weather, but I’m not. I got to work this morning (it was a hot sultry day here) looking like a drowned harassed rat. I long for the cooler weather.

      Funny: when I lived in Morocco, on the northwest coast facing the Atlantic, the weather was the same there: fairly pleasant summers, rainy cool winters.

      • starproms says:

        I spend quite a few months of the year in Tennessee, which is on the same latitude as Morocco (I think). It is incredibly hot in Tennessee in summer (I’ve never been there in August!) and bitterly cold in the winter. However, the summers are humid and the winters are dry whereas in England, the summers are dry and the winters are humid. Therefore I experienced being able to go out in Tennessee at minus 10 C in a light jacket because it didn’t feel cold to me whereas in England, because of all the water in the air, I wear every bit of clothing I can put on myself when it is minus 2 C.

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