8.	solstice
	We pried back the floorboards with a crowbar, Dan removed rusted nails with his dad's hammer. We would have dropped worms on his big sister, Summer.  We would have let the worms crawl through the ceiling fixture or the hole we poked with a Phillips-head the week before. When the gap in floorboards grew big, I stuck my face to the screwdriver hole to be sure Summer was in the room.  What I saw: the new growth of bulbs planted in spring.  Orchids.  The thick undergrowth of long daylight.  I never told Dan why I put the floorboards back in place;       when I bent backwards to reach       for the hammer, I think it was clear.
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