Where's My August Rush?
August, you disappoint with your wuthering weathers and complete and utter lack of life-altering developments. Alas, I embrace you, because I know all too well the epistemology of your epistemology. However, I write this knowing that the nature of nature is only as definitive as one allows science to play a role in its classification. The rest of it is left up to perception. Whether it be dimming the overhead lights and lighting candles to create a more intimate---or from my POV, a more eye-straining---environment, or adjusting the blinds so that the sun can get a ray in edgewise, the vantages from which the world and its situations can be viewed are at once endless, yet oftentimes monotonous given the all-too-human proclivity towards solidarity in mind and practice.