. . . august has always been a bittersweet month with thoughts of summer’s fading days lingering in the air, a light and breezy linen dress one afternoon, a cozy camel-coloured cardigan the next, and with each night that falls, the knowledge that soon the days will become shorter and the nights . . . they will be brushed in shades of sable and onyx and scattered with candlelight and bits of gold . . .