It’s summer now, or at least feeling  like it. Families are coming out of their hibernation with the sun and heat. The kids don’t seem to care that they are in the middle of baking concrete city. They look up and see impossible buildings and cars beyond their count. I love watching little kids at the train station. I see them in their little groups, sweaty kid and mother. Each trudges bags through the concourse, only the little one has stopped to stare at the windows so high and letting the last of the light in before it’s blocked by the next building. The unbaggaged ones run in between the…