Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the
notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it
feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up
like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes
closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping
that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when
in fact it's all going in the other direction. - Jodi Picoult in "My Sister's Keeper"