To some extent summer brings out the wanderer in us. We travel, spend hours of leisure in the sunshine or sheltered in a shady spot reading a book. We ride bikes on Sunday morning. William Maxwell, the legendary editor at The New Yorker wrote a marvelous short story, The Sound of Waves that begins, “Once upon a time there was a man who took his family to the seashore.” Find it. Read it.
Although I now live in high desert, the horizon is vast and the sky high as the seashore. It is an old ocean bed and so whatever water is missing, I still live in the legacy of water.