The evenings aren't cool. Everything is still and a bit hazy. People move slowly--kids play on the sidewalk a bit, adults sit on stoops and chat. But everyone is tired. Summer wears you out.
We stood across the street and talked about unimportant things--poker, concerts, the torn up street. Len says the street paving happens next week. Disappointing but realistic. Justin cracks jokes and the kids kill ants on the sidewalk.
And then, just for a moment if you hold your breath and your face in the right direction, a breeze. Gone.
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