Sometimes, it’s just that time. Usually early June, when global events are happening and people and place become tired of usuality. It probably has something to do with all those years of having nothing to do all summer but build forts, ride bicycles and get into trouble on a hourly basis. You feel it, I feel it, every early June the season is simply beckoning for a retreat.
It’s the vacation. It’s the Summer. It’s the best.


