When it's summer, I forget that I'm not a kid again. Gay Pride is the last Sunday of June, then 4th of July, then suddenly my birthday-July 25th (a harbinger of the end of summer when I was a kid) then suddenly I have to go back to school! Of course I don't have to go back to school. I'm a grown up-at least in body. But I still have these feelings about summer. I should be happy about a speedy summer. I complain about it. It is kind of nasty, but still there is a feeling of festival in NY and I love the long daylight, though I find myself coming home from work and not going out again because I'm still very fatigued from surgery I had last winter. I'm told this is not unusual.
So, summer, why are you speeding, when your cold brother limps along?