Over the weekend Hadrian and I made our way to the park near our apartment. I took my knitting and an old hoodie of Hadrian's to wear. We lay on a blanket in the grass and enjoyed the quiet and peace. We held hands on the way there and ran into a friend on the way back. The air was crisp with suggestion of fall, but the sun still generous in the late-summer golden hour. It was about as perfect as real life gets. In my make-believe life I might wear a pretty blue dress to honor the late-summer splendor. We might lounge on a thick cotton blanket and read some Mary Oliver. We might make a little music. I might bring a straw basket in which to stow things and a pretty necklace just because.