The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. ..
-Natalie Babbitt in Tuck Everlasting
Be aware, my friends. The richest, fullest days of summer are upon us, the ones that we wait for all year long. They will not last long, so let's enjoy every moment at the top of the wheel, shall we?
{I know. Technically, that's a roller coaster, not a Ferris wheel. Work with me, please.}
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