When you think of the term Indian Summer, what sort of associations do you get? (Besides me, you can keep me out of the picture! 
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Literally, I think of clear, blue skies, cold and crispy air, autumnal colours in the woods. I think of North America, but perhaps not so much the North America I've experienced first-hand, more an idealized version that exists in my mind and perhaps in certain movies. One with enormous, vast swathes of clean and undefiled lands, filled with forests and animals, with only very small human populations. I also think of the Native Americans or First Nations peoples, the "Indians". And I think of the mythological thunderbirds. (Or were they real?!) And thunderbirds in Native American art.
I also think of a book or short story I read as a teenager. I think it was called Mamba, perhaps. It was set in New York city, something about a heat wave late in autumn and a poisonous snake that was brought there in a box by a sailor, and then escaped into Central Park. The rest of the story was less about the snake and more about the snake expert and others trying to find him after he'd bitten and killed some people.
Metaphorically, I think of something or someone that turns up after you've given up hope of it / them arriving. Late, but good!
)Literally, I think of clear, blue skies, cold and crispy air, autumnal colours in the woods. I think of North America, but perhaps not so much the North America I've experienced first-hand, more an idealized version that exists in my mind and perhaps in certain movies. One with enormous, vast swathes of clean and undefiled lands, filled with forests and animals, with only very small human populations. I also think of the Native Americans or First Nations peoples, the "Indians". And I think of the mythological thunderbirds. (Or were they real?!) And thunderbirds in Native American art.
I also think of a book or short story I read as a teenager. I think it was called Mamba, perhaps. It was set in New York city, something about a heat wave late in autumn and a poisonous snake that was brought there in a box by a sailor, and then escaped into Central Park. The rest of the story was less about the snake and more about the snake expert and others trying to find him after he'd bitten and killed some people.
Metaphorically, I think of something or someone that turns up after you've given up hope of it / them arriving. Late, but good!
