Monument Street, Saturday

Walking south on St. Paul street I noticed two little boys in puffy coats and cornrows cross on their way down Monument Street. They disappeared around the corner of the headquarters of the Annie E. Casey Foundation. They were maybe seven years old. When I reached that corner a few moments later and looked down the hill, the boys were lying down on the sunny sidewalk, laughing and rolling down the concrete hill like my sister and I used to do down grassy slopes.