The title of the blog comes from Emily Dickinson’s poem that begins:
A SOMETHING in a summer’s day, As slow her flambeaux burn away, Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon,— An azure depth, a wordless tune,
The line is:
Or bees, that thought the summer’s name
Some rumor of delirium
Heat and delirium are themes that attract me and that I will return to from time to time.