Summer is of colors. Of driving through the countryside at night listening to meaningful music. I don't understand why people complain about the humidity. I love rubbing the moistness between my fingers when I leave the house. On the porch, out of the sun, testing the waters before I jump in. In a car, only the 2 front windows are rolled down. That way, hair blows in the perfect direction. At a 45 degree angle. And the night wind makes me feel like a lark that was born free.