All right, y’all! The crux of the school year is over. It’s summertime and … you’re still feeling the crushing exhaustion of essays, projects and finals … That doesn’t make any sense! It’s summer! Now ...

Your hands burn like hearth fires, like the candlelight that flickers across my writing desk, thawing the ice that had built over the years. I had thought it a fever, the burning. Cold without warmth ...