children on a college shuttle

Two children sat on the bus today, looking like perfection. The girl’s dark hair was cut into a bob, all straight edges falling on the curve of her 6-year-old head, wearing a puff-sleeved light blue polo, lacy white socks, blushing pink mary-janes. Her brother, agent of chaos, perhaps 8 years old, a blue button-down and khakis, brown shoes, trying to tear away his sister’s Chinese edition of Le Petit Prince. The color scheme was perfect, their outfits matching the book, matching their coloration which was all raven hair, and blue, and pink childish lips and flushed cheeks, the pair conversing animatedly in their mother tongue. If I could paint, I would paint a picture of this, the girl’s mouth forming an “o” as she protested her brother taking her book, the boy’s arms waving wildly, and the both of them, an island of chaos dressed orderly amidst a bus of college students dressed chaotically and sitting orderly. There was something refreshing about the scene of childhood all in pastel… something otherworldly, something which recalled innocence in an instant. I wish I had more than words to depict the moment for you.