For a frozen moment, my eyes rove over the destruction. Shattered pieces of branch, a partially cracked car...and the kids!
T
hose early summer days have a song of their own.
You know — Pesach comes and goes, but it’s still chilly. When everyone is shopping rompers and shorts and talking summer plans, but the sky is the color of ash. And it’s raining.
And then one day, the sun happens. It comes out, and it’s warm and strong, and you can smell it. The wind is a kiss on your cheeks. The sky is bright, and blue, and the children are spilling out of tiny homes and cramped Brooklyn apartments, running up and down the block, climbing gates, no longer cooped up, unfettered and free.
It’s been an entire week of rain, but now we can play outside.
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