I pack for sunny days, for windy days, for Wednesdays in July with a touch of rain
Because it was that time of year again.
And by “that time of year,” I mean June.
In June, I pack. And if I’m not packing, then I’m thinking about the fact that I need to pack. Unlike some, I’m not packing my children up for a few weeks of sleepaway camp, and I’m not packing for an expertly planned and long-awaited trip during summer vacation.
In June I pack to get my family ready for our annual pilgrimage from the city of New York up to the mountains of New York.
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