I am waiting for the college bus. It's 7:05 a.m. The birds are about, searching for breakfast and the Sun still needs its cup of coffee to wash away the grogginess.
Among all this I observe the woman who comes to sweep the road and sidewalk. I think she's hired by the Municipal Authority or maybe the Town Council; irrespective of that she shows up ever morning without fail. In the blistering cold she dons a thin sweater and drapes a frayed shawl over her body for warmth.
I watch her hands moving effortlessly, a simple twist of the wrist and the broom collects all the litter, stray leaves and dust. I cannot bring myself to stop looking; at all the waste lying on the road being swept up, gathered and thrown away by this lady. Purifying it of all the corruption, immorality and horror.
The Universe is in equilibrium again.
Among all this I observe the woman who comes to sweep the road and sidewalk. I think she's hired by the Municipal Authority or maybe the Town Council; irrespective of that she shows up ever morning without fail. In the blistering cold she dons a thin sweater and drapes a frayed shawl over her body for warmth.
I watch her hands moving effortlessly, a simple twist of the wrist and the broom collects all the litter, stray leaves and dust. I cannot bring myself to stop looking; at all the waste lying on the road being swept up, gathered and thrown away by this lady. Purifying it of all the corruption, immorality and horror.
The Universe is in equilibrium again.
