Driving to work at 7:00 am, I often get caught behind a school bus as it makes a slow crawl down the road, picking up students bundled in their puffy coats.
One morning, I stopped with the cars in front of me for a bus coming our way.
A school-aged boy ran across the street
legs a blur like a pinwheel in motion.
He didn’t bother to check that the cars stopped for him.
Some might call that stupidity
but I admired him
and us, the drivers, the community, the strangers
for trusting each other
to protect the young ones.