Past noon. School's out for summer, they say. The street is echoing relieved and happy giggles and laughter of the first groups of younger kids returning home. Someone brought music, as someone always does these days. The older crowd's more quiet and chilled in responding to this moment, bidding each other a brief farewell for the weeks to come, some planning on escapes together, some returning to their individual sanctuaries of choice. A weird temporary sensation of freedom and openness sounds from everything. Glaring sun in the backyard trees, rendering green leaves into curtains of shimmering gold. Moving on. Breathing the wind, swimming with time, meeting another older self somewhere along the way.