There is that occasional summer that is so unexpected.  So memorable in its endless list of random, small, wonderfully inconsequential days.  It goes on for a lifetime, filled with hours spent in the water, in the berry patch, covered in ice cream…there has been no 1 single thing that has made this summer remarkable.  In fact, it started out quite differently.  And quietly, without Type A interventions from me, it evolved into the perfect summer.  I love being pleasantly surprised by life.  I wish these carefree days of this and that and nothing at all could go on and on, but I suppose it’s the ephemeral nature of summer that makes it so special.  Soon we will wish for days filled with industrious endeavors.  But not today, not yet.  I know it’s terribly greedy of me to ask, but I wish for just a bit more…