One evening in summer,

the breeze came up and all I could hear was the fish jumping.

In passing,

a brightness that seems to predict good fortune.

(thanks to K and D for sharing)

All the same, in a wonderful way

a few Julys ago.

Lucie's birthday:

When summer comes around again

it's always more beautiful than I remembered.

We go to the coast for the light

and a sense of scale that leaves me feeling small, yet essential.

Summer reading:

how else can we know another's life from the inside?

We return to the same places year after year

A force of nature

Seeing her and the horse under the same hot sky, 

I suddenly understood so much more about this time.