Driving to a doctor appointment at three o’clock, passing an elementary school, waiting as a crossing guard in a DayGlo vest escorts two boys to the other side of the road, smiling as two girls chat as they pass on the sidewalk, one in an oversized navy sweatshirt and large, white hoop earrings, then passing the high school, spotting a boy and girl talking at the corner across the street, the girl a good five feet from the boy, her weight shifted on her right hip, wondering if she likes him, if he likes her, thinking about my corner chats.