And then it’s summer again. Somehow it catches me by surprise every year. It always feels sudden, even when the weather has been circling around the inevitable conclusion for weeks, as if sighing and giving me time to get acclimated. Yesterday, a long and aimless walk through intermittent rain, a surprise eye-candy carnival, and a lobster roll on 7th Street. Today the Laundromat felt like it was about 90 degrees (the owners insist on advertising “Air Conditioning” on the window, though they haven’t turned it on in years).