Fireworks outside the window and some white line fever that just can’t ever seem to be curbed. A dog in a panic. Heat rising through old growth cedar. A handful of fans operating on twenty-four hour clocks. A coffee maker that lives for morning. There is panic in the air and some subtle light that ebbs and flows. Birds and rabbits and squirrels. More chairs than humans and box after box after box. It’s summer here in Minnesota and I wouldn’t want it any other way.