August.

I hate it, this month. August is so dead, so tiresome with it's heat and humidity! There are no flowers popping from every direction like there are in spring. No juicy, sweetest-of-the-sweet fruits to bite into like the early summer months. All you get is sweat and the confidence to sleep in the nude.
The one good thing about August, is the anticipation of September. The beginning of fall. Oh cool, crisp, melancholy little season.