A summer day in early July, when the heat is a novelty, bringing out popsicles and sticky fingers. Ice cream dribbling in a line down a small shirt. Hot waffle cut french fries dunked in cold ketchup. Street parking and a leisurely three-block walk. Musing (a theory) that it's always 8 degrees warmer at the zoo than anywhere else on the planet--- not that it matters, because there are bamboo forests to wander and elephants to see. Up close and personal with a napping jaguar, her face an expanse of velvet spots. This is a day for holding hands and running free, for eating a sack lunch on a bench as we anticipate seeing lemurs and kangaroos. A free pass to ride the carousel and screams of glee for the wind in our faces, the wheeling fling around and around and around, the world spinning.