It seems increasingly likely that I shall survive the first day of summer with most of my cognitive abilities intact. I can now open the drapes that have covered my west-facing window, as the blinding sun of afternoon has settled among the trees, and emits no more than a pleasant and nicely screened golden glow as it nudges the horizon. Warm evening air is coaxing an abundance of perfume from the jasmine, and the open windows allow its sweetness to reach my nose. The birds, having arrayed themselves on various branches and utility wires to watch the sunset, are singing their last songs of the long day. Shades of green deepen as the sky grows dim, soothing eyes wearied by the hours of brilliance. The roses offer a few bright splashes of color as contrast to the gathering dusk. Soon, the low summer moon will appear, nearly full, and cast its soft light across woods and fields still lush from the late rains. It is an auspicious beginning to the new season.