It’s summer. Things are simple. The days are longer. The sun is warmer. Time passes slow and fast all at the same time. June is suddenly a stack of snapshot memories and moments; mornings spent running, afternoons spent sitting cross-legged on blankets eating pretzels and drinking cheap wine, lazing at the beach and on patios and in beer gardens, nights spent reading and writing and celebrating birthdays and graduations and championships and music and love and, well, life.