By day, I work in a basement with a permaclimate. Colleague Ugg wear and winter tan lines have further confused my seasonal cues. As far as I know, June could be January. I use a campus web cam to check the weather but wish I had something more nautical like a periscope or porthole. Since summer is an offscreen event for me, I’m vicariously enjoying scenes of recreation by way of Playground and Recreation magazine, a municipal parks publication from the 1920s. Here are a few surrogate views of summer for those similarly denied and for those in the summer hemisphere: