The warm wolf of inclination comes out from night. See her
come swift upon us and feel her humid breath exhaled from between the fangs of
growth; for summer is here. But she will exit as fleetingly as her entrance just
as we become accustomed to her warmth. For as soon as we come to love the heat
that drives down like a hammer upon us; we, the temperate nails fashioned from the 'joie
de vivre' of spring she is gone and winter will return. Then we will shrink to
the warmth of hearths and kitchens but we will not wither. There we will rest
and plan and wait by the well stocked larder for another summer to bring forth
its bounty.