What do you wanna wear in August?

(how do you want to spend the last month of summer?)

The end of August usually creeps up on me. The passage of time in general. This year I’ve been more aware it, noting the progression in chunks: 12 weeks of The Artist’s Way, the 10-week writing class, summer.

I’m going to wear the things I dreamt about during the depths of winter, that I’ve yet to put on—because there’s always tomorrow! Like the silk ni…