Dinner is finished and the week is halfway there.

Fans are running, moving air through the room as the humidity begins to move back to the comfortable range.

Memories from childhood move through as well, with a short film clicking through my mind. The scene is set in the living room of my childhood home with daytime Summer heat lingering, but the blue box fan sits in front of the screen door, pulling in the cooler evening air.

Just outside that door, lightning bugs float in the yard, blinking on and off holding their own conversations to pass the time, with cricket song making up the soundtrack of this hazy film.

As I come back to present day, the sun has set, the air continues to cool, and the occasional notification of severe weather in the area pings on my phone. The fan continues to move the air, and I ponder writing, or picking up the next book to read.

Just another Wednesday evening.