I miss the summer nights. The sound of crickets in the warm air. Coming across the field after a night swim. Did sound carry differently through the summer night air? Closed in the field. Heavy and warm like a blanket. The field was a window and we walked under it. Did we know then? Did we look?

Later, watching reality TV with your mom while everyone slept.

Even later, we drive through an empty Kansas, full of people. Space was inches off the ground. We saw thousands of miles.