August always makes me contemplative. It is a time of both endings and beginnings, preparing for a new school year while squeezing the last bits of unbounded liberty from the warm days.
This year I feel more contemplative than most. Political and idealogical strife seem completely out of control, while, at the same time, my children seem optimistic and hopeful of the future.
I find my contemplative mood is most positively impacted by time spent surrounded by the beauty of nature. It changes with a kind of grace that I desire to emulate. The approaching season is embraced without while the ending season ia clu g to with just the right amount of tenacity.
Surrounded by such beauty, my own contemplative mood remains hopeful and keeps from becoming melancholy.