From the view of a warm car, having just delivered one child to school and others still bound for destinations, I see them again. A family, I think, two children, bundled, hoods up making themselves busy in the snow banks lining the slush covered sidewalk as the adult looking down the street, (for the bus?) puffs a cigarette.
Each day I see them in some form of waiting on this street outside a package store. Today I was running late and for the first time saw those two bundled kids scurry onto the school bus and I couldn't let the image go unwritten.
I think about how I have watched strangers' children grow over months, sometimes years from the view of my driver's seat. . . And wonder do they ever notice us as we pass, a warm family filled van in various states of mood and expressions we pass by?