Gee, I just have no concept of time anymore... good ol' summertime. Every day seems just like the one before, except even more mystical. Summer in Vermont is like a delicate dream, when the forests and rundown buildings are overcome with twisting vines, and time slows to a pleasant creep. It can also be this melancholic time, when nostalgia haunts the heavy air, and the looming winteradds a blue note to every evening. I mean, it's like another dimension, and the days are just packed!!