“We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee, in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child……….All my people….by some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of night. May god bless my people…and remember them kindly…”
Knoxville, Summer, 1915, by James Agee

*thinking about warmer days*