Continuing the Summer Renaissance we started here, another Beyonce track lends dance pop history and celebration to the scene, the perfect backdrop to a summer that came scented with nostalgia and hope, for the first time in a long time. Andy and I embraced the sun and the pool and the friends and family who could stop by, and we embraced each other at twenty-two years into our relationship. It was a summer of celebratory gratitude, of exhaling and releasing, of leaning into the loveliness that we can sometimes, at our best moments, create for ourselves and our loved ones. And now, before the summer leaves until next year, let’s dance.
IT’S SO GOOD, IT’S SO GOOD, IT’S SO GOOD, IT’S SO GOOD…
By the time August arrived, we were riding the happy rest of summer, and it showed no signs of abating. It doesn’t always work that way, so we took advantage and made the most of each day.
Once upon a time in your wildest dreams.
One of my favorite people graced us with a rare upstate New York visit. Kira joined us for a summer night, some swimming, some meditation, and lots of laughter.
Sunday night quiet, to freeze the summer rush.
For the arm-pit lovers, this splashy recap ought to satisfy. (And if that doesn’t work, try this.)
Our cherry tomatoes were on fire.
It was a summer of rainbows at every turn.
Happy Gay Uncles Day! Which reminds me, I need to make a new registry…
We haven’t completely forgotten about Madonna, as her birthday reminded us, along with this collection of 50.
Fading remnants of a summer super moon.
An August adventure with the twins saw us in Sharon Springs.
Some summer days, when one can’t be by the ocean, were spent making plans for future trips, even if that meant the arrival of fall. On this day we planned for Ogunquit again.
As was previously mentioned, this was a summer of rainbows.
It was also a summer of family fun and family photos.
My birthday suit post for, ahem, my birthday.
Contemplations upon another trip around the sun.
Finding the breath again, meeting the mindfulness.
Contrary to the way everybody behaves, September is still mostly summer.
We celebrated the season in Boston with another rendezvous with Kira.
That trip marked my very first manicure, and it was heaven.
It also marked our first visit to the Encore Boston Harbor.
We closed out the evening in sequins.
Darker stories like this were a reminder that fall was just around the corner, and the past was always there waiting to be excavated by a new event.
We closed out the unofficial end of summer with a Labor Day weekend jaunt to Boston with the twins.
A historic farewell to a wonderful summer, we took one last wild ride on the high seas, and there was enough good behavior that I may bring them back to Boston for the holidays.
We ended the sunny season with the lust for naked life that has been a hallmark of this website since its inception almost twenty years ago. Now it is almost done… see you at the fiery birth of fall.
