To walk down these streets, Brooklyn streets, tree lined, at the end of June, half moon glowing in the night sky, streets fairly empty and so your attention not on the things passing you, the people that normally fill up these streets during the day, but upon other things - the smells, the smells! I don't know if it has ever smelled so nice to me in late June. It smells like spring. The trees, just about all of them, are giving off such strong odors, such pleasant smells, perfuming the streets. Merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.