red circleOriginally uploaded by yellowlensI was walking the dog, first thing this morning. I waited and watched the traffic while she sniffed around in the leaves. My breath clouded the air. A schoolbus drove by. As it went over a bump in the road, one of its tail-light covers came flying off and rolled and clattered down the pavement. A string of cars came behind the bus, spinning the red circle of plastic around and around until it settled beside the curb. After all the cars went by and the road was clear, I crossed over and picked up the circle. Now it’s sitting in my kitchen window, sharing the sunlight with the houseplants–my memento of one of life’s small moments.