“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.
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.
it is curiously silent, too,
with blank white dawns and glaring noons,
and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
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“seasons pursuing each other,
the indescribable crowd is gathered,
it is the fourth of the seventh-month,
what salutes of cannon and other small arms!”
summer meets july
“july is a blind date with summer.”
“do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it?
i always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”
-f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby
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floating back on top in argo park
That’s what all the people say
You’re riding high in April, shot down in May
But I know I’m gonna change that tune
When I’m back on top, back on top in June
-Frank Sinatra “That’s Life”
august is the sunday of summer.
roads filled with cars
topped with kayaks, canoes, rafts
on a streak of hot summer days
looking like soldiers off to do battle
armed with water toys and sunscreen.
“as one goes through life,
one learns that if you don’t paddle your own canoe,
you don’t move.”
“that beautiful season the summer!
filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape
lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.”
– henry wadsworth longfellow
image credit: the firefly dance, pinterest
on the cusp of summer
walking by the river
before the season’s return.
‘just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”
-hans christian andersen
hunron river, ann arbor, michigan, usa – summer 2020
closing out the day on glen lake
“in extraordinary times, the ordinary takes on a glow and wonder all its own.”
-mike a. lancaster
glen lake, empire, michigan, usa