Dearest August,
I feel as though we’ve grown apart, you and me. In my youth, you were such an exciting month. Truly, I always looked forward to you coming around. But, I’m sorry to say that no longer is the case for me. Now, you get the drop on me every time you visit. Not only that, it seems like you somehow manage to speed up time but only until school begins, then you somehow slam time back into place leaving all of us a little dazed and confused and tired. Here, I’m enclosing a picture of my son to demonstrate how I feel about you now.

Maybe it’s not you. That’s right, as crazy as you make me,….I know, it’s not you it’s me. That is why we have to not see each other any more.

I’m sorry, that’s the way it has to be.

Annie