IT IS SO AUGUST

We are solemn and dignified as we carve out our scratched paint surfaces and the pigeon shite that covers the floor. All is revealed in splendor. We are knee deep in an incredible odour of past lives, past doings, and now it is ripe for future doings. This place of immaculate receptions.

we await. splendiforous.

An August day…

au·gust (adj)
full of solemn splendor and dignity (formal)

Yeah. That’s us. Looking ahead, the sun splendiferous is blinding us, and we are squinting and smarting in the eyes; our clothes are barely threads and our hands calloused from so much jungle law. We have arrived (at a conclusion); a veritable settlement after so many weeks tossed inconsiderately in a blithering sea of confusion. Our skin has cracked open and torn lips are hanging by threads attached to a mouth permanently agape. To blink is akin to flint and stone rubbing; causing sparks to ignite our reserve fuel.

Our journey ends at the beginning of another.