“So she wove a wreath from bluebells and delicate white flowers and placed it on my head. It smelled like withered grass, like the end of summer.”
Source: The Orchard
“Playing the maze game on Microsoft Encarta, downloading Simpsons episodes on IRC, geocities and angelfire websites so shitty it was beyond hilarious, violent stick figure animations made with Macromedia Flash on StickDeath, StickSuicide and SFDT, no moderation on forums, what was a place for elitists and sophisticated outcasts primarily from western countries became streamlined starting with kids getting cellphones around 2000 and texting each other on a keypad that wasn't made for it. By 2003 or 4 hardly any kids went outside during summer.”
Source: 94,000 Wasps in a Trench Coat
“Seattle is sitting in summer's dying moments, which makes the city's usual tone of grey seem all the more suffocating.”
Source: They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us: Essays
“We should learn to smile as we fall,
So much so as when we have it all.”
Source: A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job
“It was a summer of trying not to think too deeply. A summer of pretending that the end wasn't coming. A summer when I got lost in time, when I rarely knew what day it was, rarely cared about the hour. A summer so bright and warm it made me believe the heat would linger, that there would always be more days, that blood on handkerchiefs was an exercise in stain removal and not a sign of oblivion.”
Source: We Are Okay
“The sound of crickets, the feel of warm dried grass on the soles of his feet and the scent of baked earth pleased him. The big thick glass was icy in his hands. When he set it down, the tinkle of the ice cubes sounded personal.”
Source: Lessons
“Ένα καλοκαίρι στην παραλία, όταν ήμουν δέκα ή έντεκα χρονών, είχα εξ’ αποστάσεως λατρέψει μια συνομήλικη μου καστανόξανθη καλλονή – υπάρχει, όμως, κανείς που, μες στη μελένια αχλή της παιδικής ηλικίας να μη λάτρεψε στην παραλία μια καστανόξανθη καλλονή;”
Source: Ancient Light
“The sun shone with all the gaiety and promise of early summer. The new green leaves glistened with it, and the apple and pear blossoms, just past their prime, drifted in the warm air like white butterflies, powdering the orchard floor with their bruised petals.”
Source: The Age of Witches
“Long light and there’s something in the air. Frog-song and bug-song in the air. Honeysuckle in the air. Dew in the air and beading on the tips of petal tongues.”
Source: Summer Solstice: An Essay
“…it is summer and there is freedom, and time, and luck to be had.”
Source: Summer Solstice: An Essay