Sunday is a no school day, but my memories of childhood passing by and my hands touching this big yellow machine bring nostalgia to my heart.
A little girl, sitting up front, because the back intimated me, watching the road carefully. The driver is a sort of a hero, he can go left, right, fast, slow. He moves. We all move…
So this post is about moving. Everything moves, always, and today, I am following the rhythm, going with the flow. After all, isn’t sunday made for it?
Have a good one sweeties, keep in touch with the good memories. X, -B