Summers in New England, especially in late June, have a strange feeling attached to them. Take today for instance. The morning began with light rain and cool breezes; by late morning the clouds had moved out, the sun was out, and it was getting increasingly warmer; now, in the afternoon, it's cloudy, warm, and muggy with a heavy sense of foreboding in the air, as if at any moment the sky will open up in a great downpour.
I find that especially on days like this, peoples moods are heavily dependent on the changes in weather. For this reason, as well as many others, I find it so very difficult to see how people can view themselves as completely independent from the environment around them. This connection, while rather more tenuous than many others I could think of, serves to demonstrate that no person is entirely cut off from their surroundings.
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