End of August

Listen while you read:  Yanni? Seriously?

Sorry. There are no lyrics. Well, when I google "yanni end of august lyrics," some lyrics come up. But then they cannot be heard on the videos. What the hell do I know of Yanni? Nada! Anyway, just listen, okay?

~  Yanni

I'm worn down. Strung out. Tired. Sad. Weary. Frustrated. Scared. All of those things and then some. I searched my music for inspiration and found none. Realizing that August was nearly over, I asked google for a song about that, and this Yanni thing came up. So I listened. And for the first time in awhile, I felt some calm. I think the track appears on In My Time from 1993, but I could be wrong. I know nothing, absolutely nothing, about Yanni.

What I do know is that this song (can you call it a song if it has no words?) appears to be just what I needed. A slower pulse, a saccharine mellowness, an endearing melody. Like being in an elevator, but minus the people who smell like Right Guard. Like sitting in a therapist's waiting room with a good sound system and no screaming kids. Like a funeral home before anybody else gets there for the viewing. Like shopping for avocados in a new age organic health food store down in a valley far away from the Walmart on a Monday night. You get the idea.

And don't even talk to me about the pictures selected for the video linked above. Those pictures do not represent August anywhere on the planet. More like October. But I can overlook that because Yanni has done for me what no one else has been able to do, even if it was just for four minutes and 55 seconds. He made me forget who our President is.

And now that I've reminded myself of that, I'm right back where I started. (See the first line of this post.) Oh, I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders! The Russians! The Wall! The Pardon! The Flood! And now (gasp!) Melania's Stiletto Heels! Help me, Yanni!

This, too, shall pass. September will arrive with Pumpkin Everything, I'll put my garden to bed, I'll buy bushels of apples and forget to make the applesauce and bake the pies, and then I will plot my course south. With any luck at all, Houston will recover sooner than expected, Game of Thrones will be available on Netflix, and Loggins & Messina will get back together again. In the meantime, there's always more Yanni.

Best photo I ever took!