Dear Summer: When you showed up on the porch bearing a bottle of rose and smelling of Coppertone after months of Lysol and loneliness, quarantine and chaos, pajamas and panic, you gave us hope again. You brought thoughts of bare feet and beach chairs, ceiling fans and farmers’ markets, ripe tomatoes and perfect peaches. You gave us sunlit Vitamin D, cicada songs and thunderstorms and even a comet. In the midst of mourning and masks and misery, you reminded us to hang onto moments of juice and joy no matter how small. XOXO NIKKI
