Last night, on the Solstice, my friend Colleen cooked me supper and I snapped this photo. Her home...her little second-story kitchen...is exactly where you want to be on a muggy Southern summer night, quietly collecting your thoughts as the steam rises from the street below. Drinking icy white wine from cut crystal glasses and watching the sunset outside her windows melt into star-speckled darkness.
In south Alabama, where I grew up, stepping outside between June and September is pretty much the equivalent of taking a hot bath, but I love it. It's not that different here. It's messy and unbearable, but also pure magic if you can find the mystery and romance in it all. And there are fireflies.
What is summer like where you live?