08 . 01 . 12
“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 tuning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from the 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 lightening, but it quivers all alone.”
– Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
So true! Great quote!
Such a beautiful quote…so spot on. I feel compelled to go find a ferris wheel…
Love this quote! – thank you!