The wanderer
Shiny red fire trucks and big yellow boots. Lugnuts and buckets and ladders to grab, horns that HONK! and giant tires with grooves for pokey fingers.
I don’t shadow him as close as I probably should. It’s because I love watching him from a distance, his feet working hard to keep up with the thrills of temptation and freedom. What does he see? A coil of air hose, all the way to the roof. He lights up, ventures to it and tugs. Sproing! Satisfaction.
Even better than watching him wander? Watching him come back to me, full of tall tales and goodies.
sweetsalty kate
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