The sun, the light breeze, the whiteness of the asphodels, the stark blue of the sky—everything suggests summer, the golden youth that then covers the beach, the long hours on the sand, and the sudden sweetness of the evenings.

Albert Camus

 

And so, thanks to the sun and the great explosions of leaves on the trees that grew the way things grow in time-lapse movies, I had the familiar certainty that life was beginning again with summer.

Francis Scott Fitzgerald