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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?

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5 comments:

  1. ChrisMarch 4, 2015 at 11:14 PM

    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.

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  2. UnknownMarch 4, 2015 at 11:16 PM

    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.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 4, 2015 at 11:17 PM

    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.

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  4. AnonymousMarch 4, 2015 at 11:18 PM

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

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  5. Glenda FunkMarch 4, 2015 at 11:32 PM

    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.

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