Summer arrived yesterday, or maybe it was the day before. It rolled in on clouds of humidity and the sound of frogs croaking in the night. It shimmered in the still afternoon and whispered in the breeze that stirred the new leaves.

Summer always seems to me the normal season, the way things ought to be always. So … things are back to normal now. And they will be for another few months or so.

I wouldn’t want to live where it was always summer.

But I’m glad it finally is summer again.