August cracked open on the very first day and breathed through to me, made me stop and look, made me lift my face and listen.
What is it? What’s different? Something broke that was pressing, something opened, something suddenly seems possible that was closed, impenetrable.
See how the air gets out of the way of the light? See how the heat gets out of the way of the sky?
It’s not a gap I can step into, yet. But I can slip my fingers in. I can put my face up close and breathe the cool fresh other-side air that streams through and over me.