Sunday Summer Light, Greenpoint

Maybe it's that I don't feel like I've had a real summer in the last couple years. Maybe it's that I am the proud owner of a nearly three year old boy who is experiencing the joys of summer for the first time. Maybe it's that this is my thirty fifth year and my youth has never felt so far away. Maybe it's the uneasy state of the world. But this May into June has brought stronger, more pressing nostalgia about the indelible feeling of summer than I can remember feeling. It's like a tide rising with no menstrual let up. It is choking, confusing and, when I grasp it just right, absolutely freeing.

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