Here's a lyrical quotation about summer.
"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips." ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
I love the phrase burning cathedral. The whole passage just sings.
I think I'll go fry an egg on the sidewalk. Happy August, everyone!