We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.

August, the summer's last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor.

August brings into sharp focus and a furious boil everything I've been listening to in the late spring and summer.

To get a human through a life, lives of broken bones, knock-me-over-with-a-feather susceptibility to myriad viruses, and whatever else might befall someone will cost money.

To get a human through a life, lives of broken bones, knock-me-over-with-a-feather susceptibility to myriad viruses, and whatever else might befall someone will cost money.

I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride.