Hey there, September, slow down.

August slid a helmet atop his head and mounted his bike. With one quick downward motion, he made the engine roar into the warm night sky.

He gunned it.

Flying down the highway at a million miles an hour, August blew past the setting sun. Moments later, the moon rose. And it wasn’t long after that when the sun and moon swapped positions yet again.

As August flew through the days and the nights with legs wrapped tightly around a screaming engine, the weather grew uncomfortably hot. Then it cooled for a few seconds. Then the concrete nearly melted the rocketing tires.

In the distance, a green sign appeared.

“Welcome, September,” it said.

And as August slid past marker 31, he was September.

The orbs in the sky continued their cycles. The month continued its journey through 2009.

And now the rest of us are left on the side of the highway wondering where the time is going. And why is it going so quickly?