Sidewalks dry
down to the cement;
until they are mushy
or under water.
Streets clear and open;
except for muddy lakes at
street corners or
sidewalk to sidewalk.
The sun was warm,
the wind - well it was windy
but not full of icy fingers.
But the sunshine on a bus
full of serious passengers,
played peek a boo with me
while her grandparents watched and smiled.
Probably a year old,
all dressed in pink,
she saw me smiling at her.
Her brown eyes twinkled,
she covered her pudgy face with little fat fingers,
splayed them into the air and
we played across the aisle
while the mud splattered bus rumbled on.
“Although the world is full of suffering,
it is also full of the overcoming of it.”
~ Helen Keller
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