Midsummer is liminal and magical. The rhythm of your life is set. The days are long. The infamous bluegrass will never be more pristine until this time next year. The air is heavy but I like it that way because the days are important. The sun seems to fill me up. The sun does not come in rays it comes in floods. Floods of light that wash you and clean your soul and this flood runs through your fingers and races across your bones and joins in your bloodstream bringing new light into your heart. Midsummer is heavy and bright even on the rainy days. Midsummer cleans you until you are filled with sun that wraps around your muscles and connects your heart to your lungs.