It’s summertime in Minnesota, which means most of my coming weekends will be spent in a small cabin just two hours north of here. What I’ll do up there is anyones guess. Part of the reason I make that drive is the unrestrained freedom the atmosphere provides. Freedom to sit and read. Freedom to not wear socks. Freedom to not check Twitter. Freedom to close myself off from whatever is happening in the world and live in my own bubble of secluded bliss. It’s these liberties, and many more, that make summertime weekends a unique experience and something I look forward to four and a half days a week during my favorite season of the year.