Picture it: a drowsy after-lunchtime at the mild beginning of summer, just warming up for tomorrow’s 4th of July.

The air smells sweet and gentle, like dewy grassroots down near the shady ground, and bits of honeyed hay where the sun hits long stalks of weeds.

The freedom you remember in the 1970s when school let out for three whole months, and you were left alone to wander through adjacent ruralesque neighborhoods, exploring abandoned lots for dried-up treasures.

Soon it will be too hot for exploring and you’ll just want to laze around. But not today. Today the weather is just right; every path whispers that you’re totally welcome to walk and wander wherever the blue sky leads you.