when i was little i would sit outside during the summer time and listen to the crickets, you could see forever in every direction and i could tell then by how loud those crickets were what month it was and how much longer until school started. as it got closer to the end of summer the sounds changed and everything got closer to smelling like a football game. those summers are so distinct in my head and i wonder how i will remember this summer. the crickets roar through your phone line as i roll over on the bed in the empty room downstairs and the light from the sky isn’t quite bright enough.
