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Sunday, August 3, 2014

Motionless


 
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. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. "

~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

9 comments:

Linda Kay said...

Thanks so much for the lovely music on your blog. Nice touch, and beautiful shots.

Patsy said...

Where is time rushing off to!

Deb said...

How beautiful is that. I was just thinking today that we are on the downward now heading for cool, crisp Fall. That is my season so I don't mind at all but how fast this summer is going. Deb

DJan said...

I loved sitting at the top of the ferris wheel in that description, looking down at the coming fall. How lovely. :-)

Anonymous said...

What lovely words, thank you for sharing.
I like the idea of lightning quivering all alone.

Tasha T

Susie said...

Jo, It seems August came very fast this year. The older I get the fast the days go by. Wishing you a wonderful new week. xoxo,Susie

Bonnie said...

Beautiful description of the beginning of August. Enjoy the week! Bonnie

Terry said...

Summer is going by so quickly. I wish that it would linger.

DeniseinVA said...

Hi Jo, I can't believe it is already August! A lovely post. Those flowers are wonderful :)