Saturday afternoon, br the air, now so hot, and streets br busy with that slightly faster pace of personal intention, br weekend plans: br br I remember the face from years ago - br dropout, errand boy, chancer, hanging around; br carrying that resentful face that settles on some school-age kids: br I'm just not bright...I'm told; br br but here, now, today, at the pub' s front table br with his two sons, shining with non-stop conversation - br one an intelligent seven-and-a half, I'd guess, br one a very bright five-year-old, br -both of course a dab with mobile phones; br yet far more lively interested in the moment's talk br on this special boys' day out- br and though Dad reads the menu with slow finger, br you can almost see that magic circle in the air br that spells the enchantment of the family; br br and I'm transported by wonder far past words br at that other magic circle br of love, sperm, fatherhood br and love...