“I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning all over again with summer.”   F. Scott Fitzgerald

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.