I was born under a summer sign. Everyone I know seems to have been, as well. I mean, everyone. When the stars come out at night, they align in a question, a movement, asking after a direction. You feel lost and found at once. You feel an energy gathering, like inertia and moment in the … Continue reading If You Look Out Your Rightside Window, You See We Are Approaching Summer. The Captain Has Turned On Your Grow-Your-Hair-Out Sign and Bare Legs Will Be Coming Down The Aisle To Get Tan and Sweaty.