Hood

The hot glaze of summer is a time to enjoy the present. Languor, naps, milk and fruit smoothies all factor in. We must remember to mark the fruit seasons, enjoying the raspberries that are found now. This is a time for peaches, watermelon and honeydew. A simple, slow pace is a must. The wise inure themselves to time and fate and take everything as it comes. Life isn't a narrative or a judgment sheet, it simply is. 

In the heart, we all can be whoever we wish to be, and live where we wish to. At dawn, exploring summer nature is a great, worthwhile trek to make. The cool and dim light make it even better. Long treks outside are often too difficult during the heat and sun, and will be easier in autumn. Nothing can be forced; it's never worth it. 

One great little excerpt from the British Thomas Hood's [1799-1845] poem "I remember, I remember". It has an essence of the current season that's quite lovely, read the rest here:

[...]I remember, I rememberThe roses, red and white,The violets, and the lily-cups—Those flowers made of light!The lilacs where the robin built,And where my brother setThe laburnum on his birthday,—The tree is living yet!

I remember, I rememberWhere I was used to swing,And thought the air must rush as freshTo swallows on the wing;My spirit flew in feathers thenThat is so heavy now,And summer pools could hardly coolThe fever on my brow

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