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The 100 degree days...trying to sleep when the central air malfunctions...the muggy, stifling afternoons...the sticky, smelly asphalt...the endless yard work...the allergies...the wishing for winter?
Yeah, me either.
I believe that the human memory is equipped with some kind of anesthetic that helps us, if not completely, to forget the pain of uncomfortable experiences. This is, I suspect, why we continue to have more children.
When I think of Summer, I remember dusk, on the midway of our local amusement park -- when all the lights come on.
I remember evenings when it's still light when I get home from work, and there's time to play catch in the back yard.
I remember Sunday afternoon walks through the neighborhood.
I remember green grass and flowers and trees and mountain streams.
I remember July nights on the back porch, as we watch rockets paint the sky with a kaleidoscope of fire.
So what does this water drop have to do with Summer?
It snowed last night, but by this morning it was melting.
That's a good sign.