The imago. It is the picture within that informs, or even haunts the unconscious. For me, the imago of children in summer has always held a deep pang. I am not sure why. I suppose we all grieve lost youth.
Nothing speaks of the wonder of summer childhood than this photo of my friend, Jacqueline, and her twin girls on the Cape. All of this to say, we are in the middle of summer! We have to remember to experience it in real time, in real life, before the picture in our eyes fades to the imago known only in dreams.