I saw three things of note, on my morning walk today.
A little girl of about 5, all dressed up in her school uniform, super cute, hugging her little brother of about 2, her bag dangling on her shoulders. ‘Byeeeeeeee,’ she was telling him in that lovely, singsong voice that kids of about 5 have, a voice that can melt you.
A grandfather holding his grandson captive within the circle he had made with his legs, combing the little boy’s hair and readying him for school. ‘And then what, Thatha?’, the kid asked. Thatha started on a long-winded story, and I watched the boy slip his head into his school tie and his feet into his boots without even noticing it.
A father taking his little son to school on his bike, the kid waving to his mother at the gate and their dog on the balcony of the first floor of their house. The dog watched on, tail wagging, till the bike turned the corner and went out of sight. Then, running to the very edge of the balcony, he lifted its legs up to the railing to crane his neck and try to see if his little friend could still be seen.
Three very different expressions of love, but expressions in which the love shone through, all right.
Three precious moments snatched in the midst of the busy beginnings of a day.
Three things I was fortunate to notice while passing by, which brought a smile to my face.
Three things that warmed the cockles of my heart, and added wings to my tired and bored feet.
Such moments are what keep me going on my walks every single day. This is why I prefer to get out of the house every morning to walk to the nearby park, instead of riding on a stationary bicycle at home, in spite of not wanting to get out of bed most winter mornings.