When I moved to New York City and first experienced the change of seasons, I felt a very real sense of time: a lack of eternity. Summer took on a new meaning outside reading on the sand with a summer crush next to you. I said goodbye to warm afternoons, to sunshine, to friends and lovers leaving back to Rio de Janeiro, Bogotá, Buenos Aires, Miami, Temecula, Flagstaff, Santiago, Cambridge, London, Athens, Japan, New Delhi, Shanghai, and Paris. Some have yet to return. It was in this and other capacities that all summers are also tinged with fear.