"He shut his eyes. June dawns, July moons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past. And if he should forget, the dandelion wine stood in the cellar, numbered huge for each and every day. He would go there often, stare straight into the sun until he could stare no more, then close his eyes and consider the burned spots, the fleeting scars left dancing on his warm eyelids; arranging, rearranging each fire and reflection until the pattern was clear...
So thinking, he slept.
And, sleeping, put an end to Summer 1928."
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
perfect image from Katelyn Down's icaughtmyself photostream. seriously talented lady with seriously gorgeous photos. happy labor day weekend, lovies! go shake the last bits of summer out of this wonderful season, will you? i've been waking up all week to dark morning skies + chilly legs... i'm pretending it's spring and that i still have a long warm summer just waiting in the wings. i'm a sunshine girl, what can i say? xoxoxo
2 comments:
beautiful passage. I sort of love going to see live music by myself..that shit gets real :)
I hope you made it to Deer Valley and The Avett Bros. I would have loved to met up with you. Couldn't squeeze it in. Very sad. Your blog rocks!
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