I’ve got my sweater on as the rains pours away. The flowers drenched, the thirsty earth soil quenched. I type as I hum a song and get nostalgic for a memory I never had.
Summers are meant for books you can sink your teeth in without interruption, a book that makes you eager to turn the page, wake early to start again, if your reading is interrupted. I’m not clinking quite with the last two* as I did the others (clicking is the word that should be used, but I think of the sound of toasting, raising a glass to a novel’s good health.)
Let me know what great book you are devouring now.
*I didn’t finish Cloud Atlas, regretfully, but I liked The Idiot quite a lot. It was infuriating and delightful, leaving you a bit smarter, too. Salve! (edited dec 15, 2018)