Listen to the overwhelming, live-wire electric shriek of the cicadas. The longer you listen, the louder it gets. So, be careful. It can swallow you up. Watch a blue-jeaned young man lay down in the grass.
Storm windows go up, screens come down.
We are reconnected. If someone asks you who owns summer, be honest. Spring and autumn play in minor keys. They are passages, gray areas designed for mature audiences. They provide the blueprints for summer and winter.