This is what summer should be

Lovely long afternoon reading a new book on the porch, looking up at the perfect blue sky and the green leaves on the trees. You don't get this when you run right off to Africa after exams. Although I used to do the same in Rwanda, but there the green is not quite so startling because it's always around. It's never new like this. But I'm glad, even though I'm slightly envious when the people already in Liberia call me, to have a rest and a break and a little time to heal. (Itchy ITCHY bandage gets really hot when it's hot out.)

Now I shall take an evening walk. I have missed summer these last few years. (I'm not in New York, obviously. I have escaped.)