Let’s just get this out of the way: yes, it’s humid. We know. Every time someone walks into a building this time of year, it’s the same conversation.
“Whew! That air hits you like a wall, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, it’s like soup out there.”
“I broke a sweat just checking the mail.”
But if you’ve lived in Southeastern Indiana long enough, you know August brings more than just pit stains and melted popsicles. There’s a feeling in the air—and no, it’s not just mosquitoes.
August is a strange little in-between month. It’s not summer anymore, but it’s not quite fall. It’s school buses rolling again, football practices on the field, and moms walking out of the store with bags full of Crayola, Kleenex, and caffeine. It’s the last of the fairs, the return of Friday night lights, and that uneasy sense that the year is flying by faster than we thought it would.
It’s also the time of year I start noticing all the things I meant to do back in June—but didn’t. Like clean out the garage. Or plant something. Or, you know, get in shape. But hey, there’s always next year. Or maybe September.
In radio, August also means shifting gears. People are back in their routines. More ears on the morning show. More lunch breaks with the station playing in the background. More high school scores to read and hometown shoutouts to give. And I love that.
Because August may feel like we’re sweating through a slow goodbye to summer, but really, it’s just Indiana settling in. Getting ready for bonfires and harvest festivals. For homecomings and tailgates. For the kind of weather where we pretend 68 degrees means we need a hoodie.
So yeah, August is humid. But it’s also hopeful. It’s the turning of a page—even if that page sticks to your hand.
Hang in there, friends. September’s coming. Eventually.