…and the summer gambols on…
Summers are for:
- talking to your parents about the muggy weather and the passage of time over spicy noodles and sweet black plums
- waiting on the hot, sticky subway platform (life), eagerly awaiting to be engulfed by the glorious cool blast of an a/c-soaked subway car (eternity)
- exploring new places with old friends, taking afternoon naps, and indulging in a rare, agenda-less day
- picking up right where you left off with loved ones, whether over text or over a meal, whether it’s been a few days, months, or even years
- discussing difficult things at speakeasies and whispered “what are we doing”s
- tearing up when you think about how we’re surrendering something good for something great
