Cambridge summer, fast and fleeting. It arrives out of nowhere, and you swear you won’t take it for granted. But as quickly as it came, you forget that there was ever a time when the sun set before 9:00 pm or rose after 5:00 am. The days are long. If not warm, at least not cold. There are picnics in the sun, Shakespeare plays in the park. Biking to the center for gelato. Prosecco, rosé, brie, mozzarella, olives, checkered blankets, lawn games, a speaker, sitting out in Jesus Green until dinnertime.
And then, it’s gone. Slowly at first, then quickly, the world plunges into darkness. The sun rises after 8 and sets before 4, until one day, you wake up and the summer is gone.
If only it lasted forever.