Summer Revelations of Cosmic Importance!

I am not so good with sitting still and relaxing.
Hot afternoons do not agree with my constitution.
Despite my easily attained swarthy summer complexion, it is possible for me to receive too much sun.
Relatedly, the summer sun is a demon.
Having a bed to sleep on in a dark room every so often is very nice.
Two years after the PCT, I still cannot force myself to cook couscous while camping.
The internet misses me, I know it. I miss it too.
Water melted from snow from atop a volcano has a weird taste.
City people are easily impressed by outdoorsy people.
I am missing summer dress season.
Portland in July is rather pleasant at 7am on a Sunday.
I am wandering. Still trying to figure out if I am lost.