This is August

When was the last time you caught fireflies in a mason jar?

When was the last time you heard crickets sing at the edge of a dirt road?

Do you remember the last time you swung from a swing that hung from a tree?

Or the time you slept in your bathing suit to be first to the water? The boat? The raft?

Oh, and what about the time you laid in the grass, smelled its fresh-cut, looking to animals in the clouds?

Or the time you caught toads in the cattails as the sunset?

You were all muddy feet and moments you now wish you could have back again.

This is August, my love. Soak in the lazy heat and take every bit of it for the last time.