pounds the resounding boards – three boys trying to fly a kite in a little two by four yard fill the air with their cries. A cat is rolling luxuriantly in the dry grass – the ground gives off a warm heavy odor like hay patches – thank God to be alive on such a day! One can embrace ones worst enemy today –
    We walk along the street – we see faces in which there is dumb agony, or amber joy, or the healthy animalism of youths, innocence of little children, pessimistic old age, leering sensuality, crude materialism, cold reserve or stupidity smiling exaltation – the wonder that it all takes places under the vastness of blue sky –