“...red sings like summer in the shadows, hot on my tongue...”
“The whole summer stretched out before us, long, hot, endless.September flashed like a tiny red warning light in the distance, but if I squinted, I could ignore it. I decided to squint for a while.'It's going to be wonderful,' I said.”
“Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.”
“As often is the case after a powerful, destructive storm, it was an achingly beautiful day. Even so late in the summer, I could still hear the occasional skylark singing, and the fields were speckled with red poppies.”
“In summer, the song sings itself.”
“Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk”