April may indeed be the cruellest, August may in fact be wicked, and I know no reason why November shouldn’t be sweet. While we’re making these general assertions about months, then I nominate July as the longest.
I think it’s only localized fun that makes time fly. Such miles as we covered, and the stories we amassed, stretched it out again far longer than any 28-day span so far this year.
From Tucson, Az. to Hudson, Ny. to New Orleans, La. did we circumnavigate this great nation, in what amounts to a summer tour of all the most sweltering states.
In fact, had a heavy rainstorm not preceded us from Maryland to Alabama, causing everyone we met to marvel almost apologetically, “It’s never like this, this time of year!”, I would have called July the hottest month of 2014. Depending on what criteria you use, I still might.