The rain broke while I was halfway across the park. Sun came through and caught the wet leaves. A kid laughed at a puddle somewhere behind me. I had finished the errand list. The bag was light. I stopped under a tree and watched the leaves drip. The evening ahead had nothing particular on it. I wasn't restless. I wasn't waiting for anything. I walked the rest of the park slowly, came out onto Elm, and walked home. Everything was, right now, the size it needed to be.
