The windows are open, it’s bike riding weather,  and we’re in that sweet spot after graduation but before the Thoroughbreds start running.

A nice time and place to have a drink and watch the world go by, for sure.

To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the center of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.

Charles Baudelaire, describing this very moment, as far as I can tell.

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