Summer Evenings are Just Lovely
Is there anything finer than a summer evening just after the sun has sunk below the horizon, but before it has gotten dark—what I believe our Anglo-Saxon ancestors called hador? Is there aught better than that soft silence, that still sweetness, that feeling that all the world is repairing itself from the day’s endeavours? It’s the most romantic time, when one feels as though one were a youth once more, and all the world were one’s oyster, when anything was possible and everything would be done. I would give anything to live my life in that cool twilight.
