How August felt to me

The air in August tastes like something that i am trying to remember. The light hits different during this time somehow , its softer and slower - and it pulls at something deep and old inside of me . It's nostalgia without a clear target . Just a passing feeling that everything is gone even though it's still happening.

Music becomes the only way to explain what i am experiencing. It speaks to me in a way nothing else ever can -

It feels like i am watching everything from a distance , a spectator in my own life . September is here now and maybe it's the weight of saying goodbye to August even though it never held anything special to me.

There is some peace in this detachment though . Existing beside my own life for a moment, watching how it moves without me .

Only the weather knows what i mean