People are already complaining that the English summer is over, but I’m not.
To tell the truth, blue skies make me a little downhearted. I greet the clouds and morning mist like long-lost friends.
And anyway, we shouldn’t mourn summer’s passing, just be glad that in this latitude, we have changeable weather. That way, when summer puts in another appearance in July or August, we’ll appreciate it all the more.