Hot

I don’t know why the heat is bothering me so much this year–maybe because it’s hotter than it ever got last year? Because it hasn’t been cooling down at night? Anyway, here’s something from Dandelion Wine about the heat in Greentown:

Air ran like hot spring waters nowhere, with no sound…Tar was poured licorice in the streets, red bricks were brass and gold, roof tops were paved with gold. The high-tension wires were lightning held forever, a threat above the unslept houses.

Can We Say It’s Almost Summer?

I am going to say it, even though there was snow ten days ago. This is the opening of Dandelion Wine, my summer book:

It was a quiet morning, the town covered over in darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.