On Sunday, Mark and I took a walk over towards the Town Center. A carnival was in town and it presented quite a few photo opportunities. As I was going through the photos I was reminded of the prologue written for Tuck Everlasting, one of my all time favorite books. It is good to remember books, that are so well-written, they leave a mark on your soul. Such is the case with this classic.
“The first week of August hangs
at the very top of summer,
the top of the live-long year,
like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel
when it pauses in its turning.
The weeks that come before are only
a climb from balmy spring,
and those that follow a drop to the
chill of autumn,
but the first week of August is
motionless, and hot.
It is curiously silent,
too, with blank white dawns
and glaring noons,
and sunsets smeared
with too much color.”
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
