Tino walked off leash, watching rabbits and sniffing the grass. It was a field between warehouses, with no one around on a Saturday, just a few trees and an enormous sky streaked with ribbons of cloud. If someday in the future, it would be possible for me to inhabit a memory, I would just like to be walking through that field with Tino, without words, a warm day, with great clouds. Tino became interested in the scent trail of a rabbit, and he started running toward a road. The street was empty, with no cars in the past hour, but I called him back anyway, just to be safe. I said, “Hey,” and he stopped in his tracks and came right back to me. Then we got back into the air conditioning of the car and I turned all the vents to blast icy air on Tino and cool him off again.