This has been a spectacular summer. Really. This has been the kind of summer I remember from kid-hood: long strings of sunny, followed by soft nights of starry.
Then a day of sprinkly little rains, followed by a touch of hot-hot-hot, with a dollop of humid on top.
Then a big soaking rain, with an apocalypse-like fire sky, followed by a day of blue with greeny-green grass and dancing flowers and sudden tomatoes.
When I am sitting in front of my SAD light in January, huddled in my polarfleece, with a gun-metal sky holding me hostage to another 8 weeks of drear, I want to look back at this entry and remember summer: