If I had a car, which I don’t, this is exactly the sort of day I’d get in it and drive around and find roads that arch up and down so that I can feel that momentary weightlessness in my gut. As it was, I went out with Murph to the main street and watched people.

It’s definitely summer. Boys in shorts. Girls in strapless things. It was hot. And sunny. The hot dog vendor was making a good go of it in the middle of the day. It was nice to see some flesh. No more scarves and winter coats and gloves. No more tiny little slits of faces behind the winter camouflage. Skin. True. It’s the pale skin of spring. But it’s still better. Boys were drinking pop walking down the street. Girls were in skirts.

Cars drove past on the saltless road. They were blaring their music with too much bass so that the trunk vibrated. I haven’t seen that since September. It was a good sign. Even if I had a car, I wouldn’t do that.

The suits, presumably the ones who weren’t golfing, snuck home early. And walked down the street with their shirts undone, ties loosened or unknotted left to dangle around their damp collars.

A girl read peaceably in the park under a budding tree. It’s almost here. And I’m feeling lusty.

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