It’s almost a cliche to write about summer as a time of romance and nostalgia. Swimming pools, cocktails, fireflies, music turned down low, a kiss on the beach at dusk. Summer means something different to each of us. For me, it means eternal life, at least for a few months. As Wordsworth wrote, intimations of immortality. Music can bring this out, or the way the light plays on the ocean waves. The warmth of the sun as a life-giving tonic. One can understand why ancient peoples worshipped the sun as a god. Or why yogis practice the surya namaskar, or sun salutations, each morning. In the summer, we are all sun gods and goddesses.