I cry a lot

What happens when I’m trying to live out what I'm dubbing my "inner child summer"

We’re up in Michigan, and it’s everything you could ever want summer to be. The days are sun-washed and emerald with lake water, and the pink sunsets last until ten o’clock at night. Then everything turns blue, and the fireflies fill the fields—it's like being in a dream. I cry a lot because everything is so beautiful, but also because I’m sad and scare…