A sensuous, far-ranging, meditation on the meaning of summer.
Release yourself into the sky and feel, for a moment: there\'s time..
Nina MacLaughlin\'s Essay brims with a searching honesty and insight about what this season has meant in our pasts and what it might mean in our lives ahead.
Throbbing light from fireflies.
Two bodies, naked and entwined.
Stargazing, spooning, and sleeping with the windows open.
First hot dog off the grill.
Fat red tomatoes sliced thin and salted.
Blackberry bush prickers.
A crown you\'ve made of flowers.
A sunburn.
The first swim.
Ponds, lakes, and oceans.
What is Summer made of? The smell of cut grass behind the gasoline of a lawnmower.
A sensuous, far-ranging, meditation on the meaning of summer
