The Light.

As I walk, I approach the fenced driveway of a preschool. Two little boys, either one on a low-riding toddler-mobile, watch me as I approach. They seem to be twins. Maybe four years old.

Our eyes linger in each others as I glide closer. I am a loner, I decide I need not say hello, wave, dance, smile, and do all of those other strange adult rituals. We have already seen each other.

I avert my eyes as I get close, so as to not force them away from my silence.

I have passed them, and as I continue on my walk I hear one of the boys say rhythmically, "La luz..."