August is waning and so is the summer. The tourists are thinning out a bit (though there will be another rush when the leaves are colorful). My favorite season is on its way!
But right now we’re at that in-between time, where summer meets fall, the “back-to-school” season. I feel like carrying a pink eraser in my pocket to secretly squish in my hand when I need an idea. I want to take notes just for the joy of writing with a pencil and closing my binder with a crisp snap.
But, a little shamefully, I long to go to a state fair. There’s nothing like swinging high in a lightbulb-studded Ferris wheel seat, chin sticky with caramel from an apple, breathing in the cool night air and the scent of funnel cakes.
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That balloon has startled me multiple times over the past two days!