My stomach was full and we were laughing. How on earth had we let ourselves do this, we wondered aloud? Dirty from head to toe we made a spontaneous decision to go out to eat rather than waste precious time cooking at home, and drove to the nearest spot we could find...Kung Pow Chow.
You know the look~ by some unspoken measuring stick we had fallen short of, we were on the receiving end of arched eyebrows and quiet clucking. It had not stopped us from being seated although we noticed that our presence was a source of consternation for the poor waitress who was chosen to wait on us. If she was offended by our dirt (which washes off) then I figured I was okay to be put-off with the pointy things sticking out of her eyebrows and lips which wiggled when she spoke.
Outside on the front step afterwards we relished in the fact that at our age this is what living dangerously had become and held hands, laughing like carefree teenagers.
The noise entered my consciousness without being fully aware that it was there. It crept over me like a slow evaporation of a deep fog that you drive through...one moment unable to see and the next moment shapes becoming clearer and clearer until suddenly everything is visible.
Screaming and crying filled my ears, filled more than my ears...filled my heart with the foreboding of the unloved and abused. A little boy, being dragged along the sidewalk by his mother was pleading for mercy, was crying for help and sobbing like his very heart was being trodden over by her dull, heavy footsteps.
She let go of his twisted arm as we turned and stared but her screaming became louder in an effort to prove her right as his mother to treat him in that manner. We watched them in muted silence, unable and unwilling to turn away as the tirade against this little's one's soul continued and they passed us by. His terror and fear palpable in the dappled evening shadows made me wonder...what happens when the sun goes down? A tear slipped down my cheek, glittering in the final rays of light.
You know the look~ by some unspoken measuring stick we had fallen short of, we were on the receiving end of arched eyebrows and quiet clucking. It had not stopped us from being seated although we noticed that our presence was a source of consternation for the poor waitress who was chosen to wait on us. If she was offended by our dirt (which washes off) then I figured I was okay to be put-off with the pointy things sticking out of her eyebrows and lips which wiggled when she spoke.
Outside on the front step afterwards we relished in the fact that at our age this is what living dangerously had become and held hands, laughing like carefree teenagers.
The noise entered my consciousness without being fully aware that it was there. It crept over me like a slow evaporation of a deep fog that you drive through...one moment unable to see and the next moment shapes becoming clearer and clearer until suddenly everything is visible.
Screaming and crying filled my ears, filled more than my ears...filled my heart with the foreboding of the unloved and abused. A little boy, being dragged along the sidewalk by his mother was pleading for mercy, was crying for help and sobbing like his very heart was being trodden over by her dull, heavy footsteps.
She let go of his twisted arm as we turned and stared but her screaming became louder in an effort to prove her right as his mother to treat him in that manner. We watched them in muted silence, unable and unwilling to turn away as the tirade against this little's one's soul continued and they passed us by. His terror and fear palpable in the dappled evening shadows made me wonder...what happens when the sun goes down? A tear slipped down my cheek, glittering in the final rays of light.
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