There’s about two months through the entire year when step­ping out­side makes me feel as if I’m only begin­ning my life, when I for­get every­thing and lose myself to the blan­ket­ing sun, the brisk breeze, the fresh­ness of the air. Ever since I was young I’ve had a pic­ture in my mind of walk­ing down a city street on a new morn­ing, emer­ald lawns sway­ing in the shade, almost inde­scrib­ably per­fect. I’m deter­mined to find this place one day and share it with some­one.