August of rain summer

"some days in late August at home does feel like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar..." -William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

a season of shooting star, meteor showers, the night when I waited after such a long long summer. it was late august! the light in the trees, golden hours, long way home, wild flowers between the green grass on the meadow. do you remember the night when I asked you to see the moon eclipse? we both sat down on the deck by the bay, cold night as the air rushed in from the south, bringing some good memories on the day we met. a little town. white sand beaches. calm ocean waves. wrecked ships on the bay that we could see from above the bridge. kids playing soccer on the field down under the bridge. 

when I see the moon, I could clearly wrapped the days I spent with you, french fries, coffee after the sunset, hot tea, and jellyfish.

august of another summer, the smell of iced matcha in the midst of hot sunny day on a Saturday afternoon. 

I think it's nice that we shared the same sky. at times I look up at the sky and I know that we both can see the moon, so even though we are not actually in the same place and we are not actually together, we kinda are, in a way, you know?

"it's raining outside, you are not here. even the clouds couldn't handle your absence."

cloudy evening and handwritten letter. she loves the sky, she loves how it turns into oranges, pink, and even a mixture of red. her heart becomes light as she stares at the beauty of the sky. she loves taking photos of the moon and sunsets as she believes that just like this, endings can be beautiful too. the sky, calm waves at the beach, and sunsets are her healing and it gives her peace of mind. 

august was something else and despite all the odds, the moon would always be there when you look up above the sky.