It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.
My ideal summer day was reading on the porch.
I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.
It was such a lovely day I thought it a pity to get up.
Sunsets are great. Sunrises are a mixed bag. You either got up way too early or went to bed way too late.
We usually never got out of there before four or five o'clock in the morning. Every morning. So it was rough.
Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open, listening to the discourse of two amorous thrushes.
Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
Summer is very precious.
There are so many scenarios here. We tried to prepare for the worst summer in 40 years and build assumptions based on that. We're preparing for the worst, but we're hoping for the best. And I've told people the end is in sight.