As the rest of the country suffered through floods, hurricanes, tornadoes and draught, here in St. Louis, the weather had been delightful. Since the middle of the month, life slowed to a lazy pace. Breezes have been gentle and the temperature stayed out of the 100 degree zone.
The annoying sound of Springtime Cicadas had been replaced by the steady hum of crickets. Clear blue skies with billowing clouds became a canvass for our imaginations and probably a sailor's delight.
In the park, evenings provided an array of color at each sunset. Bicyclists and joggers passed people strolling and no one seemed in a hurry. There is something luxurious, yet unpredictable about August as she prepares for the coming of September. If only she would not unleash her dog days and frightening storms to remind us she is about to leave and go quietly and, dare I say, lady like?
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