Dear August: The Morning After The Night Before
However, I would like to make a slight complaint about being so hot because this equation just isn't working for me:
Heat from Sun + Curling Tong Heat = A Very Sweaty Kat
It's funny how it never gets easier being the quiet one who is happier to sit in a corner, rather than get up and dance, but it's nice to have got to a stage in my life where I don't feel like I have to get up and dance if I don't want to - which I typically don't.
It's also nice to have reached a point in my life when I can recognise when I'm ready to go home, rather than staying out until everyone else is ready.
I actually chose to walk home, and I know that a lot of people would think that I'm crazy - and sober me is definitely one of those people - but I find walking home late on a Summer night to be quite liberating. There's hardly anyone around, and I feel happier that way. I'd never do it either during the day, or when I was sober but it was a nice walk.
So August: Thank you for not raining, and thank you for a warm evening so that I could walk home :)
Love you always August,
*This series of posts was inspired by the Letters to July series run by Emilieofnewgloom, make sure you check out her YouTube Channel, because she's pretty awesome*