What is summer for if not scampering around? When the sun is shining, all I want to do is go on meaningless little errands around the city. I wanna go to that new bookstore and spend an hour just browsing the shelves. I wanna go eat a peach in the public park, look at all the skaters, and try to make them wipe out with my mind. I want to walk to the river just to look at it and to feel better knowing that I’m near a body of water. I wanna see all the summer blockbusters even if I know that they’re going to be bad. Especially if I know that they’re going to be bad. That’s what summer is for. Dillydallying, wasting time, frittering away the hours. We have other times of the year to lock in. We spend the fall winter and spring buckling down and doing the hard stuff.

In the fall, we buy notebooks and some of us head off to school. In the winter, the weather is too miserable to scamper. And in spring, we’re always getting caught out in the rain.