I found this image the other day and it drew me backward through the years. In the thick summer days of the south, I would spend hours lying on the lawn beneath a pink umbrella, reading, with a tutu on my head. (...no doubt one of the earliest signs of impending quirkiness.)
So here's to the carefree days of childhood, may they never fully fade. And here's to the sultry days of summer, because firefly-catching through the ivy and swinging in the hammock while the crickets and cicadas come out to play are palpable snippets of life. And here's to the mad ones, on the road for somewhere beyond the horizon.
photo: Sidonie, found in Photo Club de Louviers,