Crossing The Street

 On a busy corner in Washington DC, a group of small children waited for the light to change. They trotted across, hands in hands, The bright pattern of their florescent vests was a colorful counterpoint to the rhythm of the zebra-striped crosswalks. Where were they going? To watch the ice skaters in the Sculpture Garden? Or to the Smithsonian’s Natural History Museum? Surely not the National Archives (even if some were already advanced readers, none of them are tall enough to view the documents...) Every day is an adventure when you are four.