July!

July, July, July. Paul and I were standing where she was heading though it wasn't us she was running to it was the water which first striped her and then soaked her. 4:00 in Brooklyn and the air is thick with a billion park barbecues and so hot those bluestones steamed when we finally turned the sprinkler off. Watching her run made me remember for just a second what it felt like to be a kid. I mean, I remember, but it's a rare thing to remember: MN summer and grass ticking with crickets, the first shock of cold as you dive in. And how you never know what time it is, and the days last forever until they're over.  Willis was over for dinner and we were thinking of all those times in winter when you get nostalgic for days like this, even the heat, even wearing barely anything, and sweaty water glasses, and hearing yells and laughing from all different directions from all the block's backyards. And we were thinking how it's happening right now, right now, right now.