Heat. Humidity. Water to cool hot bodies. Reading books in a hammock. Tubing, water skiing, doing jigsaw puzzles, hiding from thunderstorms, picking frogs out of the meadow, listening to rain, seeing fish jumping out of the lake, eating cotton candy, smelling the wet sand, dipping feet in the lake, swimming, boating, doing nothing.
Those are my memories from summers past. It’s the last one in the list above that kills me. Doing nothing. I don’t recall the last time I did.