A Joy of Summer Is Vanishing Fast

Robinson Meyer
A Joy of Summer Is Vanishing Fast

Every summer until fifth grade, my family took the same vacation to the same town on the Jersey Shore. Growing up in New Jersey, you learn that a very thin barrier separates the human world from the natural world. Without giving it much thought, I looked forward to that old rhythm of hot days and cool evenings, of falling asleep with the windows open, with the Atlantic breeze sneaking in and the lulling patter of waves (or cars) outside.