This morning a guy in Cafe Ambrosia said, “yeah, this is the Michigan summer that we love.” and then talked about how last year sucked, and how it cycles, but how great this year has been already. I agree.
I’ve found my mind wandering to summer good memories. I figured it was all from having kids and thinking about what they are thinking, and wondering how they see things. But now I also think that this summer must be doing something familiar, too – eliciting these memories.
And I really love the fireflies. I’m so glad their time has come this year.