summer days get away from me so quickly.
taken up with mostly doing nothing, we seem to be always on the move to the next nothing.
it is a nice way to be, really. it could be much worse.
i wonder if these lazy, hazy days are the days that one must miss the most, when life serves you up challenges or for when you simply run out of time.
the little moments.
|the last game, august break, four|
the forgettable ones.
|milo, august break, five|
that maybe are not so forgettable after all.
an image a day for the month of august with the august break 2012