The clouds were turning grey. The evening was closing upon us. The air got windy, the dust rose and came upon our faces. The honking of cars, drilling sound of construction next door, joyful sounds of kids got louder. Hurriedly I rolled the stroller on the gravel. As we approached the basement of our apartment...little kids in fleece jackets, colorful kiddie kick scooters, smell of rubber filled the basement turned playground.
One foot on the scooter floor, one foot in the air, the kids raced along with the wind, their little voices disturbing the passers by.
Round and round the kids raced with each other, ignoring a group of "little people" their sole visitors, who barely had anything on their body to wrap themselves in this weather. They raced. They watched. They raced. They tried to get a closer look. One kid from the block not older than five, stopped racing. She walked up to them and asked them to step out of the gate. The "little people" said no word and got behind the gate.
The wind got chilly...the basement got darker...the clouds became teary eyed...the racing continued...
One foot on the scooter floor, one foot in the air, the kids raced along with the wind, their little voices disturbing the passers by.
Round and round the kids raced with each other, ignoring a group of "little people" their sole visitors, who barely had anything on their body to wrap themselves in this weather. They raced. They watched. They raced. They tried to get a closer look. One kid from the block not older than five, stopped racing. She walked up to them and asked them to step out of the gate. The "little people" said no word and got behind the gate.
The wind got chilly...the basement got darker...the clouds became teary eyed...the racing continued...
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