My earliest memories of summer always included sunshine, ice cream, sand in my bathing suit, flip-flops, heart shaped sunglasses and sunshine.
But this year the sun won't shine.
For the past few weeks I have felt that means that summer hasn't come yet, or that it's not summer. Truthfully that may have something to do with my growing older, I don't have the defined summer of June to September that marked my childhood. I no longer pack up and head off to camp. I work now, and so I do not always have the luxury of laying about in middle of the day.
However, that undefinable quality of summer has still somehow sneaked up on me. And I have realized that summer is more than the sum of it's parts. Summer exists with or without the sun.