on the way home tonight, i saw a little boy ask his mom what time it was. he must have been around the age where kids learn to read time - she extended her arm out so he could read her watch - and the little boy looked at her confused? was it really 8:30? his mom shook her head and the boy's face changed to a mix of pride (i read the time correctly) and a sly smile (it's 8:30 and it's still day out!)
these past few days have been gorgeous - not a cloud in the sky, endless blue and beautiful sunsets, perfect weather for terrace lunches and long walks in the city. i know it can't last - it never does - but oh how i wish it did !