This weekend, I went camping with some cross country friends. It was a wonderful number of days full of trail runs, beach days and drive in movies. I don’t want summer to end…

Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that’s heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it’s all going in the other direction. -Jodi Picoult