August is the month of the long mornings.
Starting before sunrise Sol burns the air to the east sending it here in thick slow-rolling waves.

It is not at all unpleasant,
the effect is comforting in its ambient beauty.
Subtle.
Sustained.

There is a degree of perfection in this rounded nexus–a timelessness in time–in a singular day before the flat-heat whiteness begins.
All of this is August the month of long mornings.