July seemed to be a long month, it went on and on and on. I think, possibly, it is because of the dark, and yes, the cold. It makes the days drag and the month seem to labour. The never ending short, dark days. (Sounds like the script for a nervous breakdown, or a report on someone's mental health battle)
But now it is August and hope and enthusiasm returns to our psyche alone with the light. This morning it even seemed lighter when I got up. It probably wasn't, but it just seemed like it was.
Lovely August, the gateway to lighter and longer days.
Now we have the promise of warmth and light returning in abundance, and that has to make us all happier. Hope and joy returning to our lives. Ha, ha, ha we can laugh again, spontaneously because light and colour, and hues other than black, once again reflect in our eyes.
(And I live in a city that is famously black)
We can see a sunny future in store for us from here.
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