June feels like a blip. Like one moment it was May and then suddenly July looms, we’re halfway through the year, the days are getting shorter and sweaty summer nights are numbered.
June is Pride Month, June is Juneteenth. And apparently June is when the Supreme Court decides to throw all progress out the window and take us back in time. We’re nostalgic for the before times, sure, but we meant the pandemic, not the Global Sixties.
June was a bleak start to summer. As they long days wore on, it transitioned from hesitantly warm to decidedly hot. But longer days mean more time to spend out and about, and there’s nothing like summer in the city.