And summer evenings, yeah… It’s far more wasteful to squander a summer day than a winter one and for most of us we spend the morning and afternoon working away in buildings, pulling the blinds closed so we can see our flickering screens – meanwhile, outside, the sun beats down, flowers open and shadows switch sides. And finally, when we’re allowed to leave, we only catch the third act of summer, the evening, the credits, and we think about what we could have done with all that opportunity afforded us.
For sure, there’s nothing as magnificent as a sunset, but for me it always triggers reflection, another day gone, and what did I do with it? I rarely think about my life in the morning, it’s only at the end of the day – at the point another chance has been missed – do I end up looking back. Summer evenings, you beautifully sad things.