May 16, 2020
It is summer again. I think it is marvelous that it is any time of year I say it is. I can change it any time I want. It is winter. There! What did I tell you? Just like that! It is summer in a small town. The sun is baking the sidewalk and the shop windows are curiously clean. About a half a block to our right a large pair of cranes is walking down this sidewalk, side by side. They are in no hurry, planting their feet firmly with each step, watching their reflection in the shop window.