Waiting at the bus stop has distinct advantages. For one, I get to revel in my superiority as I give the stink eye to all the drivers talking on and reading what’s on their phones. But more pleasant is the chance to have some time to stop and check out the subtle and not-so-subtle changes as each day passes.
Today was a not-so-subtle change. The plants in front of the abandoned house that is the backdrop to our bus stop were all covered in ice, and it made for a fun way to pass the time until the bus arrived. My son compared the frozen droplets to rain drops, but then he said, “No, they are more like tear drops because the plant misses spring.” I’m torn about that. The gooey, slushy, muddy mess that is the curb (And that he stepped right into before boarding the bus. Of course.) is something I could survive happily without, but winter also brings great beauty and stillness and clarity. I imagine that the plants appreciate a time to rest before the burst of growth and activity as well.
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