I told Lou about "Golden Hour." We looked at the trees, the hills, the sky.
Lou was the only kid at the little party. He had made name tags for everyone. He was pretty serious about those name tags.
Lou showed me his bike-riding technique on the roof. It was good. He was goin' counter-clockwise. "Go clockwise," I said. I explained that.
After a while, he said, "I know how to ride a bike."
"Yeah? But not clockwise. Not on this roof."
Limber Lou's a good kid. I like his hair.
I heard his dad call him "monkey." I smiled. I just call him "Bud."
I keep waiting for him to say, "My name's not Bud." But he never seems to get there. Why?
It's like we have a special bond or something.
And now he knows about Golden Hour.