23°C (73.4°F) As if to underscore summer’s arrival, today was hot and sunny, with humidity high enough to bring on the wistful air of barefoot childhood, rolling in the grass. We planted more, watered some and listened to birds and the occasional frog, big-hearted and funny. We talked about nothing in particular. The sun sank lower, every dog and 3-year-old passing through the park suspended in its beams: the
dog, the
3-year-old of every childhood that ever was, or could be.