There is this lady and
There is this lady and her little boy who I see almost every morning. I have been watching them for a long time - it used to be a pregnant lady who waited every day for the bus. And then she stopped showing up on the corner by my house for a while, only to appear later with a little front carrier with a teeny baby bulge in it. She stands and waits for the city bus, and so many times I’ve wondered where she is going every day. I’ve watched as she pushed her stroller and seemed to say comforting words to her baby, and now lately watched her as she holds the curious boy who would like to be running around instead of waiting quietly for the bus. What is she doing? Where is she going? Is her little boy happy? Seeing her every morning gives me a touch of curiousty and a sense that all is right and consistant in the world.
