Body text. There's a sensuality about summer that's so heavy, so carnal, as to feel desperate in its urgency. Peaches, plums, tomatoes - their skin pulled taut, in happy danger of sudden rupture. Skin stays dew-dappled from morning though night. Leaves are a lascivious green. Sight feels slightly fogged - by heat, by too many porch drinks, by longing - so that taste, touch, sound, feel are turned up high. Thirsts of all kind feel quenchless.