i was walking home, and turned onto chauncy street from langdon, and a rose bush thrust its white flowers out at me over the top of a low white fence, and on the other side of the road broad drapes of ivy were hanging from brick buildings. i walked under high sweeping arcs of bright purple flowers. a small child wandered out of the house and stood on the porch, blowing streams of bubbles into the air, and a puppy wagged its tail at me.