"Well, how did you get so many in there?" I said, as we extracted the wriggling tadpoles from the toaster-oven. "And why?" "I thought they'd catch cold," was all you'd say.

Seriously, walking in the August rain and our formal wear to Rudy's, you barefoot in the warm water pouring down the streets, me with an icepack under my vest to keep me from melting. Your smile, which illuminates.