“It was a soft breathless June morning, with a promise of sultriness later...”
“Dean flashed me a smile that promised rule-breaking and breathlessness.”
“Hope looks like a footprint, a half footprint where someone grew careless and stepped into soft mud that later hardened too thick to blow away in the evening and morning winds.”
“In a minute - Sometime soon - Maybe next time - Make it June Until later Doesnt always come”
“What question?" I ask, breathless."Whether you're as beautiful in the morning as you are during the rest of the day.”
“What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run.”