Doesn’t matter that the sky is cloudless and the humidity finally washed away with last night’s shower, leaving a pleasant breeze in its place. Doesn’t matter that the young entrepreneurs are hopeful and the drinks they’re selling are homemade. Doesn’t matter that the price amounts to little more than spare change and the diversion will only take a moment, maybe two. There’s no way to save it or store it or deposit more minutes to replenish the ones we’ve already gone through. There’s a friend who wants to go for a walk along the rocky shore, another who’s hoping we can play tennis.