Sun

This is one of those days when the sun is shining and families sit contentedly enjoying their meals quietly together. Old men loll to their tables, speaking in hoarse voices; students cross the street in brown corduroys. And running - always running - running with sideburns, speaking of pork chops, walking slowly and gesturing and gazing.

The Mercedes of Palo Alto are especially fine, and thoughts come easy to those at ease. With the sunlight comes a shimmery happiness, an ecstatic goosepimple upon the back, the rush of mathematic, out come the sunglasses, a raised eyebrow, a nod of the head,

Food.