Almanesiac

Laying and lazing for a while as they did in Prospect Park, it didn't feel so much to John and Agie like a Thursday afternoon as it did the whole length of a Saturday. Holding one another then, there was no chance in these timeless few hours that it might have rained, the baseball games called in for the day, or the barbecues upended by turbulent wind and wetted paper plates. Although they continued to lay there for a shorter time than they might have thought- they were young and supposed to be other places, after all- the crispness of the air, the bristle of shorn grass and the sounds of cavorting families and friends trolling through these undulating urban hills lent them two and a half hours of eternity, and the most fabulous intimacy only possible in public cuddles of locked limbs and traveling hands.