Well, folks. It's officially summer. The long-awaited moment we dream about all year. You know, that one you think about in the middle of wint... never mind, I won't even go there.

Awake in the wee hours of the night on the longest day of the year, this particular writer is grateful for all the little things that come with the summer solstice: while this year that meant ice cream at midnight, it also brings back memories of endless nights walking, wandering, partying, or just sitting outside listening to all the others revel in the raucous energy only Montreal can bring in the heat of summer, like the all-too-familiar sound of kids lighting illegal fireworks in the nearby park–even though, all fireworks are on currently hold, at least for this weekend.

Well, folks. It's officially summer. The long-awaited moment we dream about all year. You know, that one you think about in the middle of wint... never mind, I won't even go there.

Awake in the wee hours of the night on the longest day of the year, this particular writer is grateful for all the little things that come with the summer solstice: while this year that meant ice cream at midnight, it also brings back memories of endless nights walking, wandering, partying, or just sitting outside listening to all the others revel in the raucous energy only Montreal can bring in the heat of summer, like the all-too-familiar sound of kids lighting illegal fireworks in the nearby park–even though, all fireworks are on currently hold, at least for this weekend.