Eternal Summer Of The Mind

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me, those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. —Henry James

 Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly. —Van Morrison

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. —John Lubbock

In June

by Matilda Hughes

A quiet hour beneath the trees;
A little, whispering, lazy breeze;
A perfect sky,
Where, now and then, an idle cloud
Strayed from its mates to wander by,
And near the border of the wood
A thrush that sang, serene and strong,
The flute notes of the perfect song
We almost understood;
Then eventide—and in the light
The mystery that preludes the night.

Post #119 with all photos by Jude Gorgopa, Reinvention Consultant and the Founder of Clout Et Cetera and The Fundamentals of Clout. Connect at judegorgopa@gmail.com & LinkedIn.