Is it just me, or does the word “summer” let you hear the waves crashing? I can sit here and smell the ocean, while I feel the hot sun, and taste the salt on my lips. I loved living on the beach, and particularly knowing that sunbathing was an activity.
Laying in the sun was considered doing something. Amazing.
And artichokes, eating artichokes in the back yard, while butter dripped down our hands.