“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.” SunSummerAugustSara BaumeA Line Made By Walking Book:A Line Made By Walking Source: A Line Made By Walking
“The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.” AnxietySummerMelancholySeptemberSara BaumeA Line Made By WalkingBack To School Book:A Line Made By Walking Source: A Line Made By Walking
“I lie down and think about how this whole long, strange summer ought to end in a substantial event. But, probably, won't. For the first time I acknowledge the possibility that nothing will die, or change, or even happen.” SummerSara BaumeA Line Made By WalkingUneventful Book:A Line Made By Walking Source: A Line Made By Walking