Somehow, the Huck-Finnishness has gone out of summer, and there’s no getting it back except, perhaps, to find your inner Huck Finn. There may be no slipping away down the Mississippi into another life. But today would be a good day, once the dew is off the grass, to wander out into the open and lie on your back and watch the clouds float by overhead without even trying to decide what they resemble.

-from NYT editorial A Pause Before Summer