Let's follow that road, where the apples lie.

Have you ever been unwillingly forced, or simply dragged into reading/being read the book of Tuck Everlasting? You know, it's the one story that during one grade of Elementary School or another, your sweet and caring teacher decides to read to the class; only to have the reaction of many dazed and confused little children? If you have, and you understood it, you surely know the feeling of the lingering August days. For over the course of my short lifetime, I've grown to notice this myself: August is a peculiar month.
When I describe it as peculiar, I certainly don't mean anything like the storyline to Tuck. I mean, as cool as that would've been, I sadly didn't find a magic spring of everlasting life water. :( Instead, something else seems to happen specifically in the month of August, opposed to the carefree stress of June, and the lighting-quick social life of July. If you talked to any comics, school teachers, or lonely 4th graders in there un-airconditioned rooms on the topic of August, they would probably just knock it off as boring, lackadaisical, unactive, all gracefully topped off with a blanket of humidity. A slow month. A lacking month. A simple month. The end of the end of summer. Thrill lost.
But during today, which, (to be completely honest) started out like tired lazy bullshit, the only entertainment being a few used-to-be interesting people hanging out saying and doing absolutely nothing. Strangely enough, the day completely decided to flip by the end, and I found myself with the best of friends, walking on a simple road, picking out plants and apples in the hazy air, discussing the world and everything in it. And, eh, don't worry, I'm not trying to say that the world is so fucking happy and we all should cheer every single minute of it. And I'm certainly NOT trying to make/get a complete point across that even on the worst of days, things will perk up. I don't preach, I won't do that. But there's something about laying down holding the sweetest red apple, staring at the gigantic vine-covered bushes surrounding the roads, and talking about everything that makes August a seriously royally fucked month.
A salute to summer!

'I wanna see it when you get stoned on a cloudy breezy desert afternoon
I wanna see it untame itself and break its owner
I wanna see it now'
{Car, Built To Spill}