Once again it was the perfect June evening. The long twilight encouraged us to linger outside after a dinner on the porch. The cool temps and lightning bugs encouraged us to smell the season. And when it was finally dark there was just enough moon light to stir my heart.
"Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again."
Ali Smith, from The Whole Story and Other Stories (San Val, 2004)
"Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again."Ali Smith, from The Whole Story and Other Stories (San Val, 2004)
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