i saw kids today, a rare sight in school. 4 of them were holding hands, daring each other to cross a small narrow road without traffic lights or zebra crossings. so when the traffic stops, they dash across. they pant in an exaggerated fashion at the opposite side (my side) and exclaimed ‘ oh gosh i’m never going to do that again’ like they’ve just conqured the world.
a few steps down the walk way, a group of students sit on the steps in an obscure area, almost close to the road side but not really. they hold pencils and drawing blocks and try to conjure evening life on paper. the heads bob up and down in syncrony, first the front row looks up and looks pack down to paint. just as they look down, the back row scans their target, almost like a dance.
to hell with all the expectations, look at whats in front, its beautiful
