Three days until the summer solstice. The air was heavy all day, and the sky turned yellow for an hour after the sun had set. Until the waning moon rose, the sky was a patchwork of stars and thin clouds. Summer's insects buzzed and chirped, and I heard the footsteps of a few deer passing up the street. I kept thinking it had all happened before, but I couldn't tell if it was deja vu or just memory. I've been here too long.