The sounds of summer are coalescing around me. They have always felt the same to me. Hot and oppressive, full of shouting and sorrow, fear.
There was always a warm and thoughtful smile upon her face. Her voice was calm and low. When that voice was raised, you know that you have tugged at a very patient woman and you have crossed a line. When that voice was raised, I could sometimes imagine the very earth may have trembled in fear of her anger.