Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished.....

“ Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled; the water in the pool was warm; the leaves on the trees quiet, too, and green. The cat lay with his belly to the sun, steeped in heat. ”

Elizabeth Enright

From : Doublefields: Memories and Stories