August
Do some things and aesthetics just remind you of certain months or seasons? Well, my sister and I agree on that, but not always on which ones fit together. I am going to talk about the month of August; the books I read, the movies I watch, the projects I begin, and how they all relate to the month's aesthetic. August is the slightly golden end of the summer, a little bit hazy, with the colors muted. The winds start to pick up for autumn, and the breeze carries the scent of drying flowers, grass, and trees. August is not too hot, not too cool; you can put your feet in an icy mountain stream and still feel pleasantly warm. The breeze isn't cool either, just a sort of soft, shifting breeze. August is a harvest month, so golden fields of wheat under a periwinkle sky is August. For the colors and scents August has always said lavender, open plains, and other rich, yet muted things to me. It also has a dark side, evening shadows are longer, there is potential for anything,...