I hear the slap of the little boy’s sandals and see a family.
The little boy’s wearing white shorts. He holds the hand of a woman who holds the hand of the man on the other side, wearing a white hat, and white shorts, just like the little boy.
They pass, and it’s quiet again.
From another different direction, I hear, “I love you.”
Seconds later, I hear another voice. “I love you.
A car door closes. It’s dusk and time to go inside.