August

I’m sitting on a sofa, glimpsing through the window the clear blue sky with some puffy clouds. One big white cloud is forming over the fir trees, shaped like a large pig, and then slowly drifting westward. After a while, the sky darkens but instantly brightens. The fir branches swing in the breeze. Inside the…

The morning light filtered through the trees, casting speckled shadows across the porch. I sat outside reading, the wind flipping the pages softly—along with a quiet moment. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. It was my sister.

It is the first cool early morning of July; the temperature has dropped to a comfortable level. Many thin gray clouds glide eastward, occasionally leaking light spots. After a while, they stack up to form thick fish clouds, darkening the sky. Nearby, the rushing wind flows through the tops of the fir trees, making the…