But in recent years, I have started to come around.
(photo by Peter)
There is something that requires one to go a little more slowly in the summer (intense heat?). To relax. To stop and squint into the shiny distance, through the haze, and to exhale a little more deeply. And it makes me happy.
This past weekend, despite Pickles being a sickie beast and somehow injuring my shoulder in my sleep, was the perfect reminder that summer has its place and its rhythm. I think it sounds something like this.
Summer? It's not what I want; it's what I need.
Now, I am counting the days to River Cabin.