july

 

 

 

 

 

there were those hot sticky nights
picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass
waiting for the fireworks
we chased fireflies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

one summer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool.”

 

~ Sarah Dessen

 

 

 

 

in her house

 

 

 

 

 

“Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs”

~ George Eliot

 

 

 

 

 

 

bread crumbs

 

 

 

 

 

“Every hour, Robert thinks, all over the globe, an infinite number of memories disappear, whole glowing atlases dragged into graves. But during that same hour children are moving about, surveying territory that seems to them entirely new. They push back the darkness; they scatter memories behind them like bread crumbs. The world is remade.”

 

~ Anthony Doerr

 

 

 

 

 

looking glass

 

 

 

 

 

 

an observant author
he claimed he could tell a lot about people
by how many times they used “I” in a paragraph