Summer is an excellent study in contrasts. I like to complain about it, and accuse it of being cruel, but the truth is that its pleasures stand in stark relief to its pains. On a 33-degree day in a city without air-conditioning, I can think that I’ll never feel cold again, but suddenly I’m swimming in the river or lake, covered in goosebumps and missing the warm air. I can think that my thirst will never be quenched, but then following an impish smile and a crooked finger from our neighborhood fruit lady (who has a crush on Stelian), we’re at home using two spoons to dig into one half of a glorious watermelon that she’d been storing in a refrigerated case. The forecast can show days of unrelenting heat, and then a fierce summer storm can blow in out of nowhere. A sweaty, muggy day can be followed by a deliciously cool, starry night. So yes, Summer, you deserve points for keeping things interesting. I’m still in agreement with a lot of this, though.