Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. "The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. "The summer night was settling upon the neighborhood like a dark lace veil, casting dappled shadows on the roofs and sidewalks and lawns."ģ1. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house summer was everything good to eat it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape but most of all, summer was Dill."ģ0.
"Summer was on the way Jem and I awaited it with impatience. "I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies."Ģ8. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing."Ģ7. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. "The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages."Ģ6. "August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. ―Yukio Mishima, Runaway Horses: The Sea of Fertility, 2Ģ5. "Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth." "The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past."Ģ4.
Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the PhoenixĢ2. "The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake, the satin-green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze: June had arrived." "At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats."Ģ1. "It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods."Ģ0. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments."ġ9. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. "The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing."ġ8. "Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine."ġ0. "Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color."ĩ. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. "The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. ―Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia PlathĨ. "August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.
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