I remember when I was young and school was out. Those last couple of weeks of June had a magic that seemed everlasting. As Elizabeth Enright put it " the summer was a vast ocean stretching ahead and September was forever away." All the time in the world to read, play baseball, ride our bikes. No arithmetic, no science, no Catechism. Just that utter, pure freedom, being 10 years old and standing on the brink of summer.
These watercolours from our trip to Mexico several years ago -
where time had much the same feeling as those long ago summers of childhood.