April does have the best holidays but so far, May has had the best weather, The sunlit colors outside are simply delectable and the fragrance from those lilacs is a gift. Everyday. Absolutely free. My view isn't much, no great architecture, no celebrities passing by, no magical music. I love it so.
The parking lot across the street is like a theatre in the round. WAS that a drug deal? And so much activity on the weekend. I've watched enough to discern which folks are here to visit their resident relative and are coming with joy and love; from the ones who are here out of duty and obligation. And I always marvel at how quickly people can walk.
School day afternoons include the Children Parade. Some cut through the parking lot. I know I would. The blocks are huge and using the lot as a shortcut would save hundreds of steps. I guess that doesn't matter too much to a middle schooler. These kids seem to actually frolic. No fighting. The ones who have shopped at the corner convenience store inevitably share. Flaming Hot Cheetos and huge neon colored drinks in paper cups with round, clear tops are favorites. The kids use each others straws without any concern. I imagine all the mothers hollering about ruined dinner appetites or non-healthy snacks.
One Weeble shaped boy has started smoking. He holds his cigarette like Colonel Klink. I want to shake this chap to get him to stop. He actually shrieked out, "Oh, sweet baby Jesus!" the other day when he dropped his smoke in a puddle. I immediately empathised.
The parking lot across the street is like a theatre in the round. WAS that a drug deal? And so much activity on the weekend. I've watched enough to discern which folks are here to visit their resident relative and are coming with joy and love; from the ones who are here out of duty and obligation. And I always marvel at how quickly people can walk.
School day afternoons include the Children Parade. Some cut through the parking lot. I know I would. The blocks are huge and using the lot as a shortcut would save hundreds of steps. I guess that doesn't matter too much to a middle schooler. These kids seem to actually frolic. No fighting. The ones who have shopped at the corner convenience store inevitably share. Flaming Hot Cheetos and huge neon colored drinks in paper cups with round, clear tops are favorites. The kids use each others straws without any concern. I imagine all the mothers hollering about ruined dinner appetites or non-healthy snacks.
One Weeble shaped boy has started smoking. He holds his cigarette like Colonel Klink. I want to shake this chap to get him to stop. He actually shrieked out, "Oh, sweet baby Jesus!" the other day when he dropped his smoke in a puddle. I immediately empathised.
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