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.