She wouldn’t speak to him. At least not directly. You’re as cold as ice, he said finally. And you just aged yourself, she said, walking away.

The birds flew around pooping on their heads and he thinks, This is a bad place to propose, then a big wave knocks the ring out of his hand.

The ball rolled down the hill, away from the children, and they chased it, and he watched the kids and realized he had nothing left to teach.