in Just


South Loop in Chicago, walking to a restaurant with my wife.
The day was pretty dreary and the grown-ups were boring, so, no photographs.

Then we passed a daycare center and I locked eyes with one of the kids… and I was done. One by one, more little people appeared and disappeared. And they were curious and innocent and completely unbothered by me or my camera.

I am reminded of the poem “in Just” by E.E. Cummings,” in which he writes:
when the world is puddle-wonderful…


 
 

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