Do you ever wonder why when the August air changes on us, we begin to feel a sense of longing? We begin to mourn the newness and potential that the start of summer presented us. Now it’s coming to an end, and we begin to reflect on our time spent, perhaps wishing it could be longer or wishing for it to end sooner - because the transitory period, the in-between, weighs on us. We are never really good about transitions in life, are we? It’s the w eird time between who we were a