Jeff Scher reflects on summer:
All it takes is a short walk in the woods to put you back in the food chain. As unpleasant as mosquitoes are, I'm just glad there's still a food chain to be in.
As I get older, I've noticed that summers past haunt the summer present more and more. Places I've returned to over the years have changed, and I see them as much how they once were as how they are now. I recently gave someone directions that included making a right "where that huge oak tree used to be." The only problem is that the tree was cut down 30 years ago.
Summer is also the season for daydreams. On hot misty days the air itself seems hallucinatory. And while I'm off wandering through the landscapes of my youth, the kids are out back chasing butterflies, catching fish and daydreaming too. They are manufacturing their own memories of warm afternoons for winters yet to come.