Diving into the creek at 2 AM because the heat wouldn’t let us sleep. Neon Nights:

To make it feel like summer:

The last two weeks were bittersweet. We worked harder. We drank deeper. We loved like people who knew the apocalypse was coming. There was a night—I won't describe it fully here, but let's just say the barn hay loft has never seen that much action—where we all just sort of surrendered . No jealousy. No rules. Just bodies and heat and the smell of fresh cut alfalfa.