After Memorial Day, it usually feels unquestionably summery. But even though we’re a week past that holiday, it still feels like the summer of 2018 is a ways off. The usual signifiers of summer haven’t quite appeared yet. By this point, there’s usually a consensus, can’t-miss summer blockbuster that captures the popcorn- and candy-addled imaginations of movie goers. But this year, Solo kind of came and went, and Jurassic World: Fallen World … the less said about that unfortunate attempt to cash in on Millennial nostalgia, the better.
Spring … have you ever noticed how the name of that season is a verb? Spring is a time of action, of change, of transition. It’s the time when things happen: winter thaws, foliage blossoms, and — if you’re like me or 23 million other Americans — ragweed pollen allergies boom. Just as “fall” activates the transition from warm to cold, spring is when the climate must undergo its dutiful transition from the slums of winter to the heights of summer.