June, July and August are on their way. Keep an eye on summer. Yet we seldom do. Summer is life's greatest gift to us, or at least it ought to be. Perhaps that is why this column is one many readers request to be reprinted.
Summer is everything.
At least it once was, when we were young. Summer was the time to breathe, to feel like someone else, to discover things about you that could never be discovered in November or February. Summer was the time when you were allowed to figure out who you were. As we grow older, we allow summer to lose that. It's not summer's fault.