…that summer was just about over

All week I’ve had a book with a broken spine cracked open in my study. (Which could be how it came apart in the first place). It’s a well-loved book, as so many of mine are, and becoming more beloved all the time. This is Another Beauty by Adam Zagajewski. I’ve been doodling in the mornings, with and without words. What can I say, it’s the therapy I can afford and there are worse methods to get one’s s-h-i-t together. One of the phrases that comes up is one of my favourite lines from AZ:“It’s not time we lack, but concentration.” The paragraph right before that one reads: “In a bus once someone started holding forth, insisting — it was mid-May — that summer was just about over. It’s mid-May now, the argument ran, June is always over before you know it, then July’s gone by, next it’s August, then suddenly you’ve got September and the weather’s getting cold!” And then he hits us with that single line: “It’s not time we lack, but concentration.” The first bit is pure comedy. I wonder if…