the narrative of summer days is moody and heated, wrapping us up so much that we ignore any elemental jest and simply roll. of course we stand reminded that it’s always a short jaunt to crazy. but so far the high sun, thick clouds, and juicy berries have all been summer treats. at night, the sky is dusted with milk and stars. quietly (and not) we ponder our approach for the next day, wondering how to maintain vigor and tenacity, but balance it with patience and acceptance. lessons learned from embracing history, and better spent writing it….