I took it for granted the flight of the swallowsall through the hot summer days of my childhood.And then when they stopped I never missed themuntil i found them decades later as a passing mentionin a Katherine Mansfield story.And there they were those hot summer days,lazy, hazy, sunny, a sky so blue, pale blue,cerulean with a lot of mellow yellowand the lines around the houses so sharp,they loo...