This summer disappeared faster than I expected. So much change, so much upheaval causes time to get away from you; it slips through your hands like moist dirt. June swallowed by find a new place to live, July devoured by moving, illness and death, August nibbled away by travel. It felt like I didn’t get a chance to do the things I thought summer should be marked by. It’s been a long time since I walked the edge of land and ocean, a long time since I felt the lift in my stomach from a ride on a roller coaster.