Only a small patch of cool tree shade remained.
Beneath the building in the distance, someone was airing out a comforter, hitting it with a hanger. Nearby, under a tree, an elderly man sat on a stone bench playing chess, the sound of solid wooden chess pieces clinking together mixing occasionally with hearty shouting and laughter.
The midday heat was oppressive, and yet unexpectedly serene and beautiful.
It felt as though everything had paused within the sunlight, as clouds gathered and dispersed at the horizon.
The wind from outside blew in through the window, carrying the fragrance of flowers, making the moment especially comforting.
Arnold Simmons stepped out from the kitchen and saw Hannah looking drowsy.
"Feeling sleepy?" He walked over.
Hannah leaned against the armrest of the sofa, a bit uncomfortable. With a soft grunt, she moved entirely into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist.
