Hiking the Neurogenic Pathways of Summer

Vetheuil in Summer by Monet

Is summer like a good meal that you devour too quickly? There's an old expression “the first bite is the banquet” that few people adhere to, despite the intention to savior every moment. Actually one's neurogenic pathways are the problem.  It’s like the expeditiousness of the Interstate (or Robert Moses  exercising eminent domain). Once you realize how much time you saving you're willing to forgo the pleasure of charming backroads. You’re so fixated on getting to where you're going, in this case sunshine and the prospect of leisure, that you get swept up in a tsunami of endorphins which make it hard to process the details. Meals, swimming, uninhibited sex are thrown into a Cuisinart of pleasure which literally blows your mind—putting you on an assembly line that places the result, Summer, over process of its enjoyment.

read "The Pleasure Principle" by Francis Levy, HuffPost

and listen to "Summertime"by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong