Though it was past ten o’ clock at night, the sky still clung to and retained some lingering skirts of light from the departed day; and the sullen heats of the torrid afternoon broke up and rolled away at the dispersing touch of the cool fingers of the short midsummer night.

– Kenneth Grahame

BAM! Kenneth Grahame dropping you right into summer!

Grahame, Kenneth. The Wind in the Willows. United Kingdom, Welbeck Editions, 2021. p116