Is it just me, or does it seem like everything in August comes to a pause. Work, things we wanted to do, it's just too hard to care. The heat is brutal yet it looks like half the universe is taking over the beach and the streets. Still, somehow, everything seems silent and slow. So is my mind, as I try to come up with a single paragraph to write over here. I keep catching myself wishing for the sun to go away. Just one rainy day to clear the mind. I guess it's just not happening today.