a summer day

a summer's day! it is so nice to be able to write those words and be inside a summer day and not merely reminiscing. this was - as summer days go - a beautiful summer day - i actually got to sit outside and read . . . . then when i tired of that i sat myself down and watched a couple of hours of excellent football featuring russia and the netherlands playing in basel, switzerland. there’s still lots of schoolwork to be done but it felt for the first time as if time - time as i used to know it - is returning . . . .

e.e. cummings wrote in this excerpt from “the eagle” . . .

it was one of those clear, sharp.mustless days
        that summer and man delight in.
never had heaven seemed quite so high,
never had earth seemed quite so green,
never had the world seemed quite so clean
or sky so nigh.
        and I heard the deity's voice in
            the sun's warm rays,
        and the white cloud's intricate maze,
and the blue sky's beautiful sheen. 

here's what i saw when i lifted my head up from my book . . . .