The summer is gone. Things change and move the whole time. We need to let things in as well as we need to let them out. That’s the breath of nature. We talk about nature as we would be out of it. We need to keep in mind that we are nature.

“Summertime and the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'

So hush, little baby, baby, don't you cry.”