Summer

Somehow living in Boston, my emotions about seasons have become more intensified.  I feel very strongly about winter because that is when the mountains call, but summer too.  I have strong feelings about it.

A couple of years ago I spent my first real summer at my job at the school.  At 2 or 3 pm, another part of the day would start.  The part of the day when a person went outside to enjoy the fresh air.  That was something I had not experienced in an extremely long time.

I remember the first summer I ever worked.  I was in Washington DC, where the summer is hotter and more humid than any other place on god’s green earth.  I’d be walking to work through this ridiculous sweltering heat when I would realize — hey, I’m still working and it is June and July.  Somehow the year had no divide.  It was summer, I worked.  I was winter, I worked.  Sure the temperature was different but the situation was all the time.

Now I feel differently about summer.  Summer is kind of heat, sweat and fun now.  Lots of people, lots of activity.  And I love that:

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