Summer, to us, is both complicated and uncomplicated. Intricate travel itineraries and kicked-off sandals with sand still clinging to the soles. Carefree cloud-gazing days spent lying beside one body of water or another and big money spent on childcare and amusement parks. It means leaving home or coming home. This weekend we’re asking you to describe summer in your own words. Thirty-three of them exactly, of course. Good luck!
Sand tickles our toes.
Waves tease our knees.
But don’t be afraid little brother.
I’ve forgotten all the arguments of fall, winter, and spring.
Hold my hand. I’ve got you now.