Took the dogs for a walk with
Lightening in the south, no
Thunder only a little wind
Downtown skyline and south
Sky of light, two dogs walking.
… I recalled it at last exactly, no longer injecting it with suffering, but rather, on the contrary, as we recall certain days in summer which we found too hot while they lasted, and from which only after they have passed do we extract their unalloyed essence of pure gold and indestructible azure.
—Marcel Proust, The Captive & The Fugitive, pg. 656