On an early winter afternoon a low sun lit the window of the Spar Cafe and the long table next to it. Three school girls were at the table in constant motion. One waved hello, the others too noticed me.
It was a look at the next generation coming to the plate, full of life, and happy about it. Let’s hope they remain free to do good, treasuring one another as the great prize, the exceedingly rare true friend.
I was happy they felt free to say hello, on that fine early winter afternoon.