It’s snowing outside right now in Sammamish, Washington. It’s still winter. It’s still February. I’m tired of cold fingers and wet feet. I need a little bit of summer. Remember the sun? Remember the smell of freshly cut grass? Remember the warm breeze against your skin? Remember t-shirts without three extra layers? Remember bright sunlight? Remember sweating? Remember fresh tomatoes? Remember the roses? What do you miss about summer?