every morning at 8:00 an old man sits alone at a picnic table in the grove, his back to the town.
every morning at 7:38, a husband and wife take their walk together down the street and they always say hello.
every morning at 10:26 the mailman makes his rounds on oakwood street and I never know where he goes next because I'm not fast enough when I ride my bike up the hill.

it's a nice summer. i don't mind getting older.
How's your summer going? (: