I can hear the locusts. That means it must be August already. Funny how no matter how old you are, that makes you think of getting ready to go back to school. The smell of that white paste in a jar. Lined paper and pens and pencils. New school clothes and PE uniforms with your name inside. Hot summer days and feeling lazy and a little bored. Going to the public library and reading books in the summer reading program.

It isn't quite the same now. The school supplies are different. I never had a computer a laptop.