We walked there and back in the warm, almost sticky, evening air.
Fingers wrapped in knots with each other.
Talking about our own wedding; the string quartet, standing in the line shaking hands.
After we walked home we hopped in the car to go get shaved ice down the street.
Drove around the north part of town and looked at a house that was so cool. So out of our price range.
Some time to ourselves since all three sons are out tonight.