A hot day in the valley. The sun shines on our noses and our necks. Children in the parks, the sun is also upon their flesh. An old dog sleeps in the sunshine, a young one in the shade.
Our noses tell us someone is barbecuing meat. From behind a nearby house smoke rises in a thin line.
We are walking, with every step our shoes caress the broken sidewalk. An old song comes to mind and when we are sure we are alone we begin to sing aloud.
22 Apr 2019
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