Snapshots of a Thursday

A man was walking across the street in the direction of Walmart.  He wasn't old, but he had a pot belly.  He was pulling behind him an oxygen tank and smoking a cigarette.  Slowly he made his way to the curb.

A hispanic-looking teenager was riding his bike away from the grocery store.  It was one of those smaller bikes that guys like my little brother ride to be cool, I think.  His hair was spiked; he was handsome.  He carried a red rose, packaged in the usual grocery store wrappery.  He carried it low at his side as he rode.  I wondered who the flower was meant for.  

A tall dad carried his little girl on his shoulders.  Holding his hand was his son.  Both children were younger than seven, I would say, and blonde.  The little boy looked like he was getting a little tired of walking, but Dad encouraged him on.  It was sweet.