"People are confused about the weather of Washington. I shall explain basics: Winter is cold. Summer is hot. Every year these truths hit the populace with the force of a thunderbolt. … There is a strong connection between complaints against summer and general idiocy."
— Henry Mitchell, in a 1984 essay in Style. Read the whole wonderful piece here.
"Press close bare-bosom’d night — press close magnetic nourishing/ night!/ Night of south winds — night of the large few stars!/ Still nodding night — mad naked summer night."
— Walt Whitman, “Leaves of Grass.”