Dear, Unsealers:

The first day of August is heading into the evening hours.

Eight months into 2024?! Time’s picking up speed as the days move along.

As I tend to do at the first or so of every month, I write a poem to welcome in the new month. The dog days of summer are here…

A welcome to the month of August
31 new days in the heart of summer

For the dog days are here
Where it feels like one day morphs into the next

Although the calendar is blank
There’s still reason to look forward

From the tail end of the Olympics
To the Premier League’s return and the US Open’s first serve
With plenty of room for so much more to be done

When August ends
All roads will lead to a long weekend getaway
From concrete buildings in NYC, out to the Newport shores