The Sound of Summer The sound of winter is silence. The sound of spring is pause. And the sound of summer is people. The lover of alliteration in me wishes I had thought this through a little better, but it is what it is. After forty-five years in Florida, I thought I knew how I felt about summer. Tourists ventured out to embrace the sunshine while the locals worked around it. You went outside in the morning or waited until evening. The middle of the day belonged to the heat, the humidity, and an afternoon storm that could rearrange your plans in minutes. There was a rhythm to it, and most...