When summer becomes ephemeral

It's that time of year when every afternoon hour spent reading outside feels precious and is definitely not taken for granted. Even though it was 90° today, this weather can't last long. I need to read outside while I can.

Today I read more than half of Rollo May's My Quest for Beauty, which is doubly good because not only is he talking about the psychology of experiencing beauty, but he's also weaving in stories about a time when he lived in Greece. He's being very vivid, with fields of poppies above Saloniki and stone paths through the pine forests of Patmos, between the monasteries.