Alive! Alive! You could get so holy high. This air that turned into sky. Magic! Oh blue! Oh white clouds! The comical way they bumped and shoved each other. His own little giggly heaven. Nobody would ever guess. Him one smart guy. Sweet grass underneath his head, cool breeze in his hair. Who nee...
She crossed the street and stood on the northeast corner to wait for a northbound bus. It was another day of heat funk, ozone action, glare burning on every glass and metal surface. That year it would stay hot long after people were tired of it, into a parched October. Grass in the parks crisped ...