Driving through La Mesa at sunset, just as it got dark enough to notice all the streetlights/neon signs/traffic signals against the fading hues in the sky.

“Look at all the pretty colors,” said Second Daughter.

Second Son demurred: “I’m having trouble putting together all the lights with all the things I see around me in nature.”

(Minutes before, the children had been indulging in their traditional early summer car game of spotting purple-blooming jacaranda trees. La Mesa is full of them.)

He likes video games as much as the next kid, but the age’s particular brand of techne doesn’t have him.

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