#hot

That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn. ↗

— Daniel Amory

#city #downtown #dream #heat #hot

I wont make the same mistakes. Im dying not to hurt you. In our dreams we can be complete again. ↗

— Cobra Starship

#dreams

Beacon, beacon, lonesome on a hill— Waves run aground, pound ‘round, what a thrill! Water water everywhere crashes, Shore’s not lazy for it mashes, bashes….. Summer’s when tourists traipse o’er to see you, Offering to wipe-wash your dust and mildew; Summer painters place you with dinghy and gull, Historians have you as subject o’er which to mull. When feline Fog drifts gently or is heavy, Your bright light’s followed by boat bevy; And during those calm, clear days and nights You’re that upright nautical dream exciting tiny tykes. ↗

— Mariecor Ruediger

#lighthouse #mariecor-ruediger #summer #dreams

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there. ↗

— Elliott Carter

#come #down #end #here #hotel

And friends of mine that had photography class in high school would develop the film and make prints and I'd take them back to the track and give 'em away or try and sell them. Much to my parents' dismay, I majored in photography in college. ↗

— John Sexton

#back #class #college #develop #dismay

When you have a very hot single there is no reason why it can't drive album sales. People fall off and come back on. I'm looking forward to coming back on with a vengeance. ↗

— Justin Guarini

#back #come #coming #drive #fall

Obviously, losing a parent is very difficult. I miss my dad every day, but I know he would be proud to see me continuing to swim and going for another shot at the Olympics. ↗

— Eric Shanteau

#continuing #dad #day #difficult #every

Esquire, in a July, 1957 issue, has a photograph of me playing the French horn at the Five Spot. ↗

— David Amram

#five #french #french horn #horn #issue

To question reason is to trust it. ↗

— Mitch Stokes

#kant #philosophy #reason #shot-of-faith-to-the-head #faith

At 09:22, Mitchell radioed down. “We’re in position.” Pete peered up into the canopy, but of course he couldn’t see a thing. “How’s it looking up there?” “Five by five.” He snorted at Mitchell’s cheery misuse of the phrase. “Thank you, Faith.” “Any time, Giles. Now go be a good watcher and keep us clear.” “Roger that. Out. ↗

— Rachel Haimowitz

#faith