The End is Nigh.

Well, friends, as you may very well know, the end is near.
That's right, soon all that is will be no more. Soon, the world as we know it will come to an end and everything comfortable, everything familiar will be but a distant memory. The great gaping void is coming into all our lives, and that void, that bottomless monster has a name. It is called "Summer."

I for one say, BRING IT ON .

I've heard an interesting tale about past survivors of the so-called "Summer Months." Novelists of yore wrote of camps in the woods. Ancient texts tell tales of running through sprinklers. There even survive a few primitive cave drawings of prehistoric humans spitting watermelon seeds off the back porch.

And yet, they all survived.

I used to wonder at this marvel. How is it that our ancestors could possibly have handled something so difficult for modern man to deal with, something so trying and convoluted as three months of unrestrained fucking off.

The answer, I think, is in the way they approached it.

Think for a moment about summer. Close your eyes and remember childhood days spent lying in the grass, blowing on those little white dandelion things. Remember the smell of a baseball mitt. Delve deep into memories of intense childhood friendships, early loves come and gone. Close your eyes and remember.

Maybe that stuff, for our ancestors, wasn't bad. Maybe they took joy in those small moments, the sun on their faces and grass tickling the backs of their necks. Maybe, for them, that was all good.

Maybe it should be good for us too.

I invite you, this summer, to quit your job at least twice. Take at least two consecutive weekends to do absolutely nothing with as many people as you can find. Play tag. Drink sun tea. Lay in the grass on a bright day and dream.

And never forget the small moments.