The days flowed imperceptibly through the green , jewelled hours of June into the white-hot stillness of July; on through the smouldering purple noons and thunder-haunted nights of August into the quiet harbour of September‘s gold.
But for me , time stood still.
I‘ve never thought of September as a harbour .. but it makes sense to me. Loving this book #FurrowedMiddleBrowClub different from Plum & Penny .. so good too .. Thankyou for tip Leah