Dear August, you’re a sneaky chap,
Stealing summer’s last sweet nap.
I’m still hunting for my lost ice cream,
Guess I’ll just blame it on your sneaky scheme!
In the warmth of August’s light,
I find my dreams take flight.
With memories close and fears away,
I cherish each bright, fleeting day.
Dear August
As the days grow shorter and the air begins to cool, I seek the warmth of your presence. You’ve always been the one who holds me close when the world feels too fast, or too uncertain. In your presence, I find strength, a warmth that fills the gaps left by fleeting moments. I long to meet you again, to feel the sun on my skin, and to bask in the light you bring. I imagine myself strong, healed, and ready to face whatever comes my way. You’ve always been my safe place, and I hope that when we meet again, I’ll be closer, warmer, and stronger.
A Walk Through Nostalgia
There’s a part of me that often drifts back to the days of my childhood, a time when the world seemed so big, and my dreams even bigger. I carry those memories with me, tucked away in the pockets of nostalgia. The paper boats I once sailed down the stream come to mind, bravely floating on despite the strong current. Imagining a walk past the child I used to be, I would tell her that her dreams remain with me. Those paperboats reached the other side, and I, too, will make it through. I’ll peel an orange for her, and together we’ll remember that the fears we once had were only facades, easily peeled away to reveal the sweet, bright fruit within.
There’s a promise I made to myself, a promise that I would never let go of the things that made me who I am. The simple joys, the quiet moments, the laughter shared with friends. I owe an ice cream to my childhood, a small gesture to remind myself that amidst the chaos and the growing up, there’s still a part of me that loves the simple things. You’ve been with me through it all, August, and I know you understand. There’s something about you that makes me feel alive, that makes me want to hold on to those moments a little longer.
Looking Ahead with Love
As we part ways, I can’t help but look ahead with a sense of hope. I know that you’ll be back, that we’ll meet again, and when we do, I’ll be ready. I’ll be stronger, warmer, and more at peace with the person I’ve become. Until then, I’ll carry you with me, in the warmth of the sun, in the whispers of the wind, and the quiet moments when I need to remember that I’m loved. You’ve given me so much, August, and for that, I’ll always be grateful.
So, here’s to you, Dear August, and all the memories we’ve made together. Here’s to the dreams that still live in the pockets of nostalgia, to the promises I’ve made, and to the love that will always remain. Until we meet again, I’ll keep you close in my heart, knowing that no matter how fast the days pass, there’s always a place for you in my life. I love you, August, now and always.
Warm regards,
Explore more of my thoughts and reflections:
- My Blog on Personal Growth Journey Freedom and Self-Discovery
- “The Book of Lost Things” by John Connolly is a novel about nostalgia and the journey from childhood to adulthood, blending fairy tales with real-life struggles.
Very well described