Summer came back from the lab on a Thursday morning, wrapped in a sunny yellow envelope. I had dropped off a roll of film on Wednesday, taking a longer than usual walk home to go past the lab, already looking forward to seeing the photos I had taken earlier in the summer.
Eager to see how they had turned out, Mikey and I opened the envelope on our walk to the playground after picking them up. I sat on a bench in the shade while he played, slowly making my way through the small stack of prints one by one. Each photo was more gloriously imperfect than the last: Poor framing, scratched lenses, motion blur and the odd thumbprint. A smile appearing on my face as I remembered the story behind each of the images now spread upon the bench beside me.