3/4/15

The view

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?

5 comments:

Chris said...

Such an intriguing post. I find myself wondering about some of the cars I seem to drive behind each day. I'm curious about their story.

Carol McBroom said...

I loved this! Your word choice made me want to see where the piece would take me. It also highlights what I am inferring is your reflecting spirit. Thanks for sharing.

theonewiththebooks said...

That's a powerful image--the kids standing in the cold, the adult smoking. I liked the way you contrasted it with your own warm car and your children delivered to school.

Colleen Kires said...

I admire how you were able to capture and elevate an everyday thought, with such detail.

Glenda Funk said...

The idea of seeing an image and not letting it go unwritten is sheer genius, and the cigarette smoke creating a screen shrouding your view of the lives you see is an amazing image, too.