Summer Breeze

Summer weekends speed by like Loki's Vengeance zooming hell-for-leather down the main track in the 6th at Aquaduct. Pause to take a crap and they're gone. Finished. Or so it seems on this stunningly beautiful Monday morning.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

What a colossal romantic! 

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ― Henry James

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy...and no money to buy it with.
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

 Killjoy!

Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?
― William Shakespeare, Sonnets

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June. ― L.M. Montgomery

Summer Breeze—Seals and Crofts