Summer swings by…
Oh, dear… gaps. Summer swings by with breathtaking speed, the days now like ‘grapes low on the bough’, as Joan Baez would sing. Never mind, I have a quote for you:
Delight in the discordant sound of a wrong note — it’s leading you to a new song.
Very inspirational. Now all I have to do is figure out how to slow down these days in the hopes summer lasts forever. Of course, summer can be metaphorical, can’t it? Mid–life perhaps passes through summer to autumn days, as youth is spring and winter is the white wisdom of age.