There’s Nothing Natural About This

I am in Edgartown, Martha’s Vineyard. It’s a beautiful, high-sixties-degree day in late June with luminous rays of sunlight gleaming through my bedside window and a gentle breeze rustling the flourishing flora outside. I’m lying on my bed, on the final full day of my first vacation in what feels like forever, reading Susan Cain’s Quiet to the pleasant ambiance of chirping birds. This is how I remember the Vineyard, from the many summers in my childhood when my family and I vacationed here. Peace...