There’s a moment in August when both old and young realize that summer truly is fleeting. It is not dependent on a return to school; no, it is an encroaching sadness that runs much deeper.
There’s a moment in August when both old and young realize that summer truly is fleeting. It is not dependent on a return to school; no, it is an encroaching sadness that runs much deeper.
You’re sad AGAIN? Actually, 8-8-08 reminded me of last year’s wonderful 7-7-07, my birthday, add the digits and you get how old I turned last year, Neat! Ok, back to studying now, for real.
I need to blog…..soon.