EntranceWilliam Greenway  It's one of those days you wait for  all summer as if all your life.  Cool air has come blowing all day,  flickering（闪烁） tired green leaves.  You're so happy you could cry,  and do, don't even care  if the drugstore's out of pills  because your brother's found work,  a building crew, wood butchers who  could use some part-time help,  like his smile, and care less  if he never drives a nail.  So to the park, where,  remember, wind is springwater（泉水）, quenching（淬火，抑制）  the skin, blowing like a fall  you walk around in with the one  you loved most,  though everybody ever is there,  walking your way.  And the question is,  do you love them all, equally?  Sorry. Begin again.  It's one of those days you wait for  all summer as if all your life.