"The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing."
―Dan Simmons, Drood
I know it’s not June yet but this picture made me think of beautiful breezy summer nights!
Assistant: Zoë T - 11 days ago