Farewell, July. We barely got to know ye.
I don't have a “favorite” month of the year, but if I did it might be July. Oh sure, the argument could be made for December, with the holidaze and my birthday all rolled into one,. But I think December would lose out on the argument for the very same reason that July might win it--
The weather.
July is (usually) warm and sunny & fun to play in. December (almost always) is not. That's why if I had to choose a favorite month, it would probably be July. Especially at the beginning of the month when the sun's high in the skies, the days are long and the nights are short, and you can walk around outside and not worry about various parts of your body falling off.
You can't say that about December.
And even though this July has not been particularly warm, dry, or sunny (in stark contrast with the rest of the planet) there have still been days beautiful enough for walks on the beach or countless bike rides or soccer practice sessions with Loraine..
Once again, you couldn't do that in December.
But you know what?. I'd take a cool & wet July over even a mild December any time. You can just do the things I like to do with no problems at all in July. If I did have to complain about something, it would be that July is just too short.
Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about that.
So faretheewell, July. Thanks for making it fun this year. I just wish you were able to stick around a little longer.
Tomorrow—the strange thing I discovered this year counting license plates.
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