The other day, my friend said “Summer JUST started”. I thought, wait, what, was it really June 21 last week, no, not really, hmm…. but I know what she meant: it is finally really hot, sweat-breaking hot, floating on a raft in the water hot. Your brain melts without air conditioning and it is time to take it to the beach hot.
There is a certain laziness to summer, which is mostly temperature induced. The brain devours light literature, the belly prefers cold water melon and ice cream, the skin cold water, and everything else is pretty much postponed. Til dinner time, when it cools down again. Days are endless, lazy, forgettable, wonderful.