A flash of heat lightning. The smell of freshly cut grass. The insistent hum of cicadas. The sights, sounds, and smells of summer are at their peak in August.
As author Natalie Babbit writes in her classic children’s novel, Tuck Everlasting:
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel, when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless and hot.”
The Italian Baroque composer, Antonio Vivaldi, captures the languor of August perfectly in his violin concerto, Summer:
On this first Friday evening of August, I hope the Lord fills you with the peace and tranquility that only He can bring.
Alisa Williams is Spirituality Editor for SpectrumMagazine.org.