Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.
It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.
Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage.
A change of season calls for a change of scent that is both energizing and refreshing.
For one thing there is the divinest, cleanest air to be breathed anywhere in God's world.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day.
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction.
I'm thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down.
I think March and fall are natural seasons for me to feel invigorated.
The air is like a draught of wine. The undertaker cleans his sign, The Hull express goes off the line, When it's raspberry time in Runcorn.
