I’m passing the remaining waning days of summer in Maine, a state where I attended college, but have never had the chance to enjoy a proper summer in. July and August were often spent interning in Vietnam, Canada or New York, so this is the first time in my life that I’ve felt the idyllic August days of Maine. We’re on a lake, in between Ellsworth and Bar Harbor, and the weather here is so reasonably temperate. There’s enough sun to jump in headfirst into the freshwater current, but just enough of an optimal drift of wind causing the canopies of the trees to sway ever so slightly. In the mornings, I brush my teeth out on to the balcony, which overlooks the breathtaking “stairway to heaven” that is our lifeline to the lakefront.