Mid June, This Mongolian Summer Night

It's a little past midnight, and I'm on a deck in front of a Canadian lake. You can smell the lake tonight, and I am typing an essay on laptop, on the adult-sized lawnchair I finally bought last summer. (In a lunar way it's summer in Mongolia, where I left my heart even though I've never actually been there before).

With the lights on the glassy water, and a glimpse of a shooting star, my heart is bright, and with the glow of the warm nighttime screen my fingers are hot as I type out my essay on Chinese philosophy. 

Chilledcow lofi hip hop radio on in the background

I haven't felt this kind of happy in a long time; with such a pleasant flow of words. (Stress really does do things to you). This is where I'm supposed to be.

Wearing my pink flannel it's a little warm, but in a nice way.

The mosquitos are out, but so are the stars.

My hands are warm and my heart is bright, smelling the Canadian lake ahead on this Mongolian Summer night.