I listened to water tinkling out of a fountain as the roar of an engine burst from the my little boy running round the track.
I watched a snail creep across the brick ground as a curious boy explored its many wonders.
I saw the fierce concentration of a young artist as an elephant was painted.
I lost a race to a boy and his truck.
I flew a kite.
I took a walk down the street with my son and his truck.
I smiled.
1 comment:
Sounds like a great day.
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