The wind dances in their hair, catching on eyelashes and tickling noses. Hands continuously sweep, pressing it back into place, to no avail. Eyes squint, noses wrinkle at the sun. It’s bright and hot. Cheeks are flushed. Later, their feet and clothes get wet and the wind calms down. They pick rocks and flowers and give hugs and kisses. Lots of Laughs. I think I may have the best job in the world. Capturing these things.