Vermont summer:

Sunset over the Green Mountains, mist over the Adirondacks; boys of all ages playing pickup soccer in the gloaming while two black spaniels tear over the grass after their own balls. Cold sangria and brandywine tomatoes hot from the garden. A rabbit beside the road, a lake as large as a bay, a silver bridge. Eighteenth-century ruins, one hundred seagulls huddled on a dock, a school of starlings banking in the sky, blueberries and ice tea and chanterelles, a red-winged blackbird in the hedgerow.