waiting
Yesterday evening it was warm here. Friday after work; folks were out and about. We were siting at a great little corner-spot, having a glass of wine before picking up E.
I was enjoying the scene outside.
Lots of people heading places – to their evening gigs with instruments in hand, to get-togethers with friends, riding by on bicycles, strolling with babies in carriages. Police car zips by. Bus dips in for a stop. Van with graffiti-decor slides by. Man with shopping cart overflowing with bedding. Girls decked out in their strappy platforms. Music from car windows. Lots of action.
And there, patiently waiting on the sidewalk, was a single, bright radish.