this painting is honeysuckles, fire flies, humid nights, tall dewy grass, a cricket’s hum, screen doors, rain splatters on the roof, the bull frog’s deep ribbit, a game of kick the can, the shaky ceiling fan, wooden floors against rough summer heels, spinning bike wheels and rusted chains that squeal, corn on the cob and spitten-out watermelon seeds, warm laughs and tight hugs, a window shadows glow against the yellow wall, rushing imagination & trampolines, misquoted lanterns and citronella candles sweet inhale—southern summers in North Carolina.