Rest Area

Rest area

Intense summer sun has given way to milder autumn light. Morning will dawdle and arrive a little tardy. Afternoon will hurry past, eager to visit a point to our West.

The little shelter remains offering shade and protection from the fall rain.

A pair of mothers wait at noontime, eager to hear the voices of their children after half day kindergarten. The bus squeeks to a halt. (Is there an unwritten rule that all school buses must have complaining brakes?) Students with excess energy dismount, greet the adults, and set off for home and afternoon adventures.

Some days I pause at the shelter to take in the contrasting view of busy street on one side, quiet residential entrance ninety degrees away. It’s just the spot I need to tie a shoe, catch my breath, or decide upon my route.

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