— Ralph Waldo Emerson
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” — Maud Hart Lovelace quotes on beautiful weather
Elias smiled. He picked up his repair tools, but before he began the delicate work of mending the spine, he opened his own journal. He didn't write about the book. He didn't write about the glue. — Ralph Waldo Emerson “It was June, and
Elias, a bookbinder and restorer of antique manuscripts, preferred it this way. He liked the control. In his workshop, the temperature was always sixty-eight degrees, the humidity was regulated, and the light was artificial, steady, and unchanging. He didn't write about the book
"Beautiful weather," Elias whispered to himself, understanding finally. It wasn't about the temperature or the lack of rain. It was about the invitation to step out of the past and into the present.