August is nearly over. A few days ago, I shared this tweet, which I think neatly encapsulates the season.
"There comes a day, every summer, where the crows begin to call, the swallows sit, then flit, restless, the starlings flock and swirl and the air feels paused, waiting. This, for me, is the last day of summer. Here, that was yesterday." — twitter.com
As mentioned in my last newsletter, things — or Things, with a capital T — are happening.