It’s the sun and the heat and the cool evening breeze. The meandering around hidden streets for no apparent reason.
It’s the outburst of rain like a roughly caressed water balloon.
It’s the terraces with booze- filled glasses. The laughing and sharing of the day’s tales.
It’s the picnic in the park and exhaustion of summer reads. The month-long holiday or weekend getaway.
For the few months you spoil us with these rituals, we will always be grateful.