“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”― Henry James

Fire Island, NY

To feel the soft sand between my toes as I lay on a quiet beach and brush my face against the light breeze as my bike glides downhill at the park…

To welcome days with the sound of waves on the shore and bid them adieu with the laughter of children at play…

To smell the scent of freshly cut grass and delight in the aroma of barbecue on a grill…

To savor the flavors of newly-steamed clambakes and relish the crispness of a chilled rosé…

To bask in fields of endless green and soak in scenes of glorious sunsets…

These are what summers are made for.

And year after year, we come alive with its advent, fulfilling a flicker of a promise made at the dead of winter.

Summer has arrived once again!

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