July 5, 2021

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I love how, for a few glorious days each year, the North becomes a tropical paradise. The equatorial humidity causes dragonfly engines to spit and sputter in the thick sweltering air and the searing heat sends horseflies whinnying for cover to their stuffy, malodorous barns. When the sun groggily appears through the haze at dawn, it glows as a red-orange molten ball- sending even the crawling things poking along like a snail on their hands and knees with no particular place to go. It’s a speed and rhythm that rarely plays itself out here, but when the drape comes down, I’m all under it.