Summer’s contrast

Summer evenings are so beautiful and perfect for campfires yet so filled with startling sounds of mosquito swatting that they cancel each other out.

The piercing cold of the Atlantic’s waters become a welcomed relief to the bottom of sand burned beach bare feet.

The long days are great for late barbecue gatherings, baseball games, and leisurely strolls through town, but the early rise of the sun kills all sleep-in mojo.

And I run a lot more often and easier in the summer as I don’t need lights, toque, gloves, tights, or layers. But I also drink a tub load more beer in the summer.

Summer is full of contrast. And tasty beer.

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