The cotton was open and spilling into the fields; the very air smelled of it. In field after field as he passed along the pickers, arrested in stooping attitudes, seemed fixed amid the constant surf...

The smell of hyacinths in the summer night air. At this moment, standing here with a boy I just met who already feels like home, I am overwhelmed with city love.

The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.

She is something else.

For historical currents do not irresistibly propel themselves and everyone in their path. No matter what their broader structural or ideological roots, they both carry along and are carried along by people, who are not...

It’s just not.

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

Eighth grade’s a distant rumor, a tabled issue, and Dylan knows from experience that the summer between might change anything, everything. He and Mingus Rude too and even Arthur Lomb for that matter are released...

Dad” I pleaded, “this is so [cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother] ridiculous.

The summer I turned eleven, I found out that ghosts are real. Guess it’s hard to rest nice and easy in your coffin if you got stuff on your mind. Your soul stays chained to...

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn’t mean in winter.

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It...

O! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?

Eestimaa suvi alles algab. See on lühike, kuid lumevaene, nagu ütlevad soomlased.

I love to play tennis. I play a lot in the summer. I’m not a big golfer; I need something a bit more intense.

I am attached to the west coast of Scotland – it’s gorgeous to look at and challenging. You have to contend with the possibility of being blown away or rained on. And in the summer...

My late summer shorts caught fire, and that’s when all the red of autumn began. We fell in love while she roasted marshmallows over my toasty genitals.

She’s got a two year start on me.

Though it was mid-July, the morning was brisk, the sky a gray cotton of clouds, and Puget Sound a steely, cold blue. Most of Seattle grumbled, worn with winterish weather, impatient for the elusive summer...

The first week of August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks...

Mystique saturates, gluts the air,Adventure’s even more than rare,Excitement’s everywhere to share,And Novelty’s beyond compare.

What did Kevin Ye get arrested for anyway? Didn’t he steal a car?” “He stole the driver’s ed car.”I laughed. Then I saw how Adam was looking at me. “He gave it back.” “They MAKE...

it’s a smile, it’s a kiss, it’s a sip of wine … it’s summertime!

Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be sleeping in.

A song she heardOf cold that gathersLike winter’s tongueAmong the shadowsIt rose like blacknessIn the skyThat on volcano’sVomit riseA Stone of ruinFrom burn to chillLike black moonriseHer voice fell still…

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

I wouldn’t care if the seven horseman of the Apocalypse charged through the garden right now, nothing’s gonna stop me from doing this.” He leaned down and captured my lips with tenderness, a completely perfect...

Confit is not something that comes to mind for summer. Usually it means duck confit, made by cooking the legs and thighs in duck fat to preserve them for winter.

If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper…

A week feels like a year when you’re seventeen and in love. A twenty minute drive might as well be an ocean. But we were together again and the whole world was rejoicing, even the...

The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun...

It was the kind of summer evening that made Ursula want to be alone. ‘Oh,’ Izzie said, ‘You’re at an age when a girl is simply consumed by the sublime.’ Ursula wasn’t sure what she...

My room was in one of those turrets and at night I could hear the sea and the faint rustle of eelgrass in the soft wind. The weather was perfect that summer. No storms. Blue...

Kansas afternoons in late summer are peculiar and wondrous things. Often they are pregnant, if not over-ripe, with a pensive and latent energy that is utterly incapable of ever finding an adequate release for itself....

There was nothing like a Saturday – unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled...

All the season pale in comparison to the excitement and freedom of summer.It’s the one time of the year when I can cut loose and feel like a kid again.Before the responsibilities,before the soul crushing...

These three children own the summer. They know the wood as surely as they know the micro landscapes of their own grazed knees; put them down blindfolded in any dell or clearing and they could...