It's August already? The air, you can tell by the air. It's hazy and lazy and the wind has a bite like a pup, becoming a wolf. It's August already. It's late October, and the winter's over now it's already July. The fireworks, that's how you can tell. The fireworks and the grills and the girls, girls in bikinis. In January they''re just as naked, wearing a coat that can be slipped off in one, silky motion. And now that it's April, and the animals are shedding their winter coats, all the girls look confused.