Meanwhile, I’ve settled into summer. The days are still long, warm without being too hot or humid, the wind makes the birches bristle like a tulle skirt. My normal summer mode would include much driving, to coastal towns, but this year I seem to have a more local, hang-out, chill in the garden approach to summer. Days flow and wrap into each other, endlessly. Relaxing. Like in the book, “Northern Lights”, I started listening to yesterday, which appropriately also starst with “…. when time is slower in the summer, or stops at all”.
I have a feeling I am not the only one, enjoying summer this way, at the pool, at lakes, with plenty of friends, and ice cream, in swim suits, feeling like kids again.