In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
Daisy: Do you ever watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it?
Jay Gatsby: Don’t you mean the shortest day of the year, Daisy?
Daisy: Jay, I’m p-p-paralyzed with happiness that the days will be getting longer now. (a few liberties taken with Great Gatsby)
But, as we often see against some storm
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region.
—William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Summer storms in Michigan approach “anon the thunder.”
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.”
– Anais Nin
What we observe is not nature, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
This is a wonderful day. I have never seen this one before.
The power of the suggestive is much greater than
the statement of reality.
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Summer’s medley, composed of light and shadow. is now playing at Michigan’s lakes and woods.