The Washington PostDemocracy Dies in Darkness

During the summer, dappled sunlight transports me back in time. Here’s how.

Suddenly I’m 13 again, waiting for my mom to pick me up from swim practice

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July 17, 2019 at 1:06 p.m. EDT

The following is a summertime journey through time and memory — by way of dappled sunlight.