“To say it was a beautiful day..

would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.” ~ Ann Patchett

Last chapter

  Summer sings its long song, and all the notes are green. But there’s a click, somewhere in the middle of the month, as we reach the turning point, the apex, a Ferris wheel, cars tipping and tilting over the top, and we see September up ahead, school and schedules returning. And there’s the first night you step outside and hear the katydids arguing,…

silent communication

“We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. We walked and looked about, or stood and looked. Sometimes, less often, we would sit down. We did not often speak. The place spoke for us and was a kind of speech. We spoke to each other in the things we saw.” ~ Wendell Berry SaveSave SaveSave

holding summer

“The more detailed the memory, the longer the moment seems to last. This explains why we think that time speeds up when we grow older. Childhood summers seem to go on forever, while old age slips by while we’re dozing. The more familiar the world becomes, the less information your brain writes down, and the more quickly time seems to pass. Time is this…

on the verge of summer

“summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. for those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don’t have the rest of the year. you can be grateful and…