After-dinner stroll

He had some time to kill before he needed to be at the airport, so my dad and I teleported to Prague for an after-dinner stroll. Neither of us had ever been there before, and I wished we could hear the street-noise and smell the city-smells, the din and odor being essential to the travel experience. But there were other delights. A few steps was all it took to bring on a change in strangely ordered seasons: bare branches now obscured by the fullness of summer's leaves; a few more steps and spring's new buds and early green abound. The sun shone eternal. We began near the National Museum and wound our way--past graffiti'd doorways and people whose faces never came into focus--to the Old Town Square, where the tops of buildings hung disembodied in the sky like heavy clouds. Next to the copper sculpture green with age, the tree, hung with streamers and balloons, suddenly here now gone.