“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
The other day, I came across this quote from Henry James:
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
It’s so simple and put so perfectly. When I read it, that feeling of a summer afternoon was instantly evoked—a warm breeze, the sun high in the sky, reading a novel under the shade of a wide-brimmed hat and biting into a juicy peach, and the feeling of trying to hold my eyes open but then just giving in to a nap. Or long lunches with a group of friends, wine, laughter, and no attention paid to time whatsoever.