The day in the park was just fine. The light hung on to the pollen in the air and was warm like hot glue. The walking path leading to the shore was dotted with shade and was surrounded on both sides by the dry, twigged branches of road weeds. Steve's demeanor was calm and he remained cool beneath the brim of his hat. Children from all over the state were swarming like jovial ants over and through the playground past the line of maples as parents watched. A black dog with a red collar lay panting by a blanket and his owner; on the ground next to them a plastic water gun filled with hose water. It was eleven o'clock now and would later be evening.
Steve padded his way down to the shore and sweated happily from the tops of his cheeks.
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