Sometimes I dream of summer, hot and dry; long golden evenings and short moonlit nights; of skin exposed to air rather than covered up under multiple layers of fabrics; of all-pervading, penetrating warmth. Reality often fails to deliver. There is rain and cold, a midsummer spent shivering rather than sunbathing. Perhaps this year will be different. Perhaps the heat will return, and the occasional showers be warm and comfortable rather than icy and distressing.