February 22, 2007
The gentle drips of evening rain plunked into the barren flowerpot. The pavement glistened black in the streetlamps and cars blinked at the fuzzy glow in their headlights. A café’s patio furniture denied occupants from their wet seats while a cheery “open” sign welcomed them in to sip at black English teas and read the newspaper. An anxious mother, clasping grocery bags in her arms, tried to tighten her grip on her son’s hand to tug him away from the temptation of puddles. A businessman watched the toddler and, just for a second, thought to jump in a puddle himself.