Watching Over

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

This morning a young father read Oh the Places You'll Go and Corduroy to his toddler on the metro ride into the city. I sat adjacent.

His soothing cadence.
Her rapt attention.
A tender public moment.

At their stop he swooped her up in one arm, slung his suit jacket over the other arm, adjusted his computer satchel and whispered
"You're a sleepy bear, aren't you."


  1. That's fabulous. What a gorgeous moment that you got to spy on!


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