Sitting in the sun.

So many people. Overstimulation.

Hide away.

Sit in the sun. In the quiet.

Safe, yet unable to say, “yes.”

“That would not be my preference. For tomorrow there will be a new, unknown crowd.”

A young nanny walks down the back street with two youngsters.

A girl on bike, smiling, with hair flying and shining in the early evening’s setting sun.

The boy trips. His face contorts into an almost sob.

The nanny did not catch him, but catches his expression.

Her face contorts alongside his; but, she begins to giggle, ridiculously.

He follows her lead.

A cry averted into a laugh of “I cannot believe that just happened.”

Impeccable.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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