We now skip
Free, drawn by the warmth of the
The scent of
Daffodils, chirp of spring birds
Spring has sprung
And like children, giddy with
Joy, we play.
I come upon them suddenly as I emerge from the arch on Peacock’s Close onto the parking lot. I have my headphones in as always, humming under my breath as I drag myself home, the combination of the low light , my tiredness and that they have their backs to the road being the reasons why we startle each other.
What becomes obvious when I eventually take in the scene is that they — a woman and a girl I can only assume are mother and child — have been taking turns at blowing bubbles and squealing in delight as the light wind drives them away towards the road.
I get the sense they are enjoying themselves — at least the smile that plays around the woman’s lip when I draw level with them suggests she is.