August 3rd
Hello World, this is Micolus reporting in from the last weeks of vagabond like fury, a great haze of magnificent colors dancing around one another like insects do around a lonely night lamp. Today is a day of reckoning. The last day of the season. The last day of soul’s summer. Today is the third of August. Now, what makes this day so special? The end of soul’s summer, what does that mean?
It means that this is the time of remembrance; this is the time of the declining hill. This is the time for the abyss, but also the optimism. See, now there’s nowhere to go but up. The horrid peak is gone.
Suffering has received a new meaning.
It is not turbulent or chaotic, it’s calm, almost in a soothing manner, and it is illumination.
A new year brings new possibilities.
The third day of August, the last day of the season.
The king of the seasons has come to reap its crops
“oooh, I’ve been DIRT… And I don’t care”
