The move from spring to summer is soft and subtle. We stop turning the heat on at night, and start leaving the windows open. Our view of our neighbors’ house, back through the trees, is now blocked by a wall of green. The breeze that pushes the scent of lilacs through our windows is heavy and warm. We stop wearing socks, and start wearing shorts. The cats no longer run enthusiastically from window to window, trying to breathe in all of the fresh spring air. Now they sprawl across the furniture, lounging languidly in the sleep of the deeply carefree.

I think, maybe, they have the right idea.

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