Summer. Yesterday was the hottest day since 2006 - 93 degrees. She remembers the summer of 2006 so well, the heat lingered into September, until that day she looked up from her seat on the train into a stranger's eyes. They walked by the river this week, saw the new bridge in place. Holding hands despite the heat. Her mind played with memories of other summers, recalled by his outfit of cream cotton trousers, cream punched hole leather shoes, cream panama with black band. She had seem him so many times now dressed like this, and she loved the way he looked. Heads would turn to see this tall, slim, elegant man in his stunning attire. His wardrobe of coolest clothes for high summer. Some years back, she had grabbed the hat and put it on her own head, then run off laughing, him chasing her. The same panama.
