Goodbye to the long nights full of stories and music played out underneath a full moon. Goodbye to another Indian Summer that creeps a little longer into the fall. Goodbye to the thoughtful bike rides across sweltering hill town back roads. Goodbye to the blazing sun sets that seemed to crash on the horizon for forever.
Goodbye August Goodbye!
I will miss you August. I will miss our long talks about nothing in particular spoken to no one reasonable. I will miss the times where we should have gone to bed early but stayed out a little too late for our own good. I will miss our mornings where we watched the sun rise over the eastern mountains. Cause you and I both know you haven't really seen the world till you've seen it when the sun first casts its shadows on the Earth.
Goodbye August, My dear friend August! I will see you again in a year, far too long for my liking but that is just the way of things. For now let us share a toast to us and the memories we made this time around. Before you know it we will be together again under a cloudless blue sky, were I will tell you all my new stories and you can just listen. Play your music of soft breezes carrying the songs of the crickets to me. In do time my friend, we will be together again.
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