I noticed today that there are different qualities of sunlight.
Some have the feel of beginnings; they blush the skin with the promise of summer, warming the body through to the bones. Others presage winter and endings, affirming that which is already gone.
The warmth of this day was as fleeting and sad as a last kiss.
Knowing this, I rode my bike to the park with the waterfall, where I watched a hive of children celebrating the third day of Sukkot. They played fiercely, losing caps and shoes as they raced across a bright carpet of leaves. Ignoring them, their mothers talked easily amongst themselves.
I stayed at the park until sunset, then, cold, biked quickly home.