There’s something about summer nights in Texas. It has to do with the sound of cicadas, the concrete hot from the day, the wild wind and starlight. It means wearing cowboy boots and not much else. It feels like sweat dripping down the back of your neck and watermelon juice on your lips and fingers. Summer nights are for moonlight swims in cold rivers and bare feet on warm earth. Sultry, stifling and sleepless, you can spend hours lying beneath the stars or driving nowhere with the windows down.