When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.

Parents aren't supposed to cry. Or get scared. Or lie. Right? I thought I knew all the rules. But there are no rules.

...I don't want to mar the moment with questions. By not asking too much, you can believe in almost anything.

Summer-induced stupidity.That was the diagnosis...

But, standing in the fading golden sunlight now, I can feel some of the scars of the summer stabbing over. I can feel the promise of a new beginning.

There's this magical sense of possibility that stretches like a bridge between June and August. A sense that anything can happen.