Rattling past gang tags and green trees, I looked idly down at my train ticket. Where the man had stamped the date. “JUN… 22.”

June 22?!

June 22!!

This summer is just flying by…

Soon it’s finally July
Every day a wild ride
Crickets live, mosquitoes die
And no one seems to realize
That these sunny days are getting shorter…

48 days left in Philly, 65 left in America.

Eek.