Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I am sitting in my room this early evening with my windows open listening to the neighbor boys play in the alley. they are not so young now and their play is rougher and wilder. I wonder sometimes if I should go out and talk to them. But it is not my job and no one is crying yet but they sound so mean and rough. Where are the little boys they used to be.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ocham's razor...oldyemike