tuesday

We went to the park under heavy skies. Wet air, a few drops, clouds thickly spread and moving slowly over Brooklyn. Found friends, big kids who made Anna chuckle and squeal with glee. They climbed trees fast, legs tucked up into the branches in an instant. You could only see bits of them but the leaves shook as they moved. Anna stared up. Ate sticks, reached for the dog, said, "yayayayayaya" emphatically. Bonnie Raitt and Taj Mahal practiced for tonight's concert in the bandshell - couldn't see 'em, but we heard 'em. The park is late-summer dark green and the grass grows in thickets and the kids shot out of one tree and into another and kept coming back to make the baby laugh. The rain is close at hand but so far, still in the clouds.