It is nice to be sitting here on the far edge of August, dangling my legs over the ledge and waiting on the cool September breezes. Most people seem to give Summer up for dead when September comes along, just like people give Autumn up for dead when Thanksgiving comes and goes. I can't say I disagree, but I think we should give these interesting lame-duck seasonal periods their due. September can be scorching and dry just like December can be pleasantly crisp and green. But that isn't the point...well, I suppose it is. September and December are bothersome unpredictables and ruin the 'purity' of each Season's disposition. December is usually at its snowiest and coldest in the early or middle parts of the month, when it is still Autumn (though, I should add, that I like to separate the season into 'Autumn' and 'Fall' just for this reason). September usually bears the first frosts and the earliest mentions of color change when it is still technically Summer. I suppose that irks people. Or it doesn't and they don't even give it any thought and it is just me sitting here musing on something about which nobody cares. That is probably so.

Actually, my mind is restless. I spent the entire weekend working outside and reading to keep my mind from wandering too far afield, but also to keep it from fixating too closely on any one thing. Actually, any specific thing. Actually, a specific person. But that is neither here or there. Or is it 'nor'? I would think 'or' because, with 'neither' in the sentence, 'nor' makes it a double-negative. I really don't want to waste time thinking of this, but there you have it. Once again, I am laboring to keep my mind away from fixating. That is largely why I am writing here now. At this hour. At this moment. I write because my phone calls and messages go unanswered and I don't hear and word at all and my mind overthinks it all and believes the worst. A run-on, incoherent sentence basically sums it up. There you go.

Have I ever mentioned how much I like some of Enya's songs? Ha. I don't often admit to it, but some of these songs really make you hear just how incredibly ethereal her voice is. I do not usually find myself enthralled with the ethereal, but sometimes you have to take notice. Sometimes you have to forget about the rational and Reason and let yourself swim in those murky waters at the bottom of the glen. Does it make sense? Perhaps. I won't pretend that it does. And I won't deny that it doesn't. I will stay mum. I just happen to find her songs soothing on a level I normally don't recognize. So there is that.

There is more to say. Maybe tomorrow.