Living on a corner near a middle school is a mixed blessing. The "tweeners" who attend it are a pretty nice group of kids. In the early fall and late spring several groups of them walk by, with their instructors, going between the school and a playground a block away. The high spirits and laughter of the girls and boys never fails to brighten my day. Occasionally there is litter left behind—mostly candy wrappers or perhaps a plastic bottle. I pick it up, it isn't much of a chore, it's a small price to pay for being allowed a glimpse of the beauty and grace of youth.
While weeding the boulevard last Friday I found a new kind of litter. Small origami stars, left behind by one of the kids, just another kind of beauty I guess:
Life is good.