All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.

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

They are embossed on every song that was a hit that summer, in every novel I read during and after his stay, on anything from the smell of rosemary on hot days to the frantic...

Back then, he’d have to leave at the end of August for the start of school, so the week before Labor Day became it’s own tiny season of gloom, like a hundred Sunday nights crowded...

Summertime, oh, summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever . . . the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design,...

Somehow, the days of summer with their glimmering enchantment of dancing ladybugs and sailing clouds had faded into grey. Maddie’s heart had somehow faded with it.

Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.

Summer brings sunshine, warm and flowering.

The day was so wonderful that Bonaventure thought it would taste like cherry pie if he took a bite of it.

…until summer becomes ein Zimmer in einem Traum — a room in a dream.