Late summer days always make me think of things I haven't done: kites I haven't flown, beaches I haven't been to, lazy lemonade days that probably don't exist (but I want them anyway). The weight of this list makes me forget that I've eaten tacos on the West Coast twice in the past month, and marveled at fireflies in Georgia, and laughed with friends by the side of a bonfire over the 4th of July. I always want to soak up the most of what's here and now in the sunny times. But late summer lets me admit some relief. The shade feels good, and I look forward to not seeing everyone's bra straps all the time. When my bike gets a flat tire, the G train is a giant metal inchworm. But its cool air feels so nice.