I felt light again as the summer air around me.

We sit talking, the door wide to the humming summer air.

It felt as though the sun had gone down, and there was a light chill to the late summer air.

There was not a sound in the still, summer air.

I needed to shake some of them out in the bright summer air.

On the ground floor, bow windows stood open to the summer air.

For a long moment, we stood together enjoying the fresh summer air, neither of us saying anything.

She went over to the high window, open to the summer air and looked out.

The windows were open to let in the warm summer air.

The breeze died and the dry summer air was still.