I’m low on words lately, but so full of sights and tastes. Everything is color. From fireworks to my blue bike, our “Miami green” porch furniture, all the yellow polkadot dresses. Birthday cakes and flowers. Bright greens and oranges representing two elements of pure summer joy: grass and beer. Blue skies and striped hammocks. Neon pink sunsets. Red berries and tomatoes and cherries. Rainbow cones.
Summer, literally the brightest season, tends to burn itself out quickly here in Chicago—so bright and hot and fast. With so many cold months to get back here each year, you don’t want to waste a second of it. So you use the long days, fill them with long bus rides, long laughs, long beans, long books. And color. Everything is color.