This morning on my way to a meeting, I noticed all the yellow-orange school buses.
I caught a glimpse of a young boy, probably early to mid-teens standing in his driveway. Backpack snug on his shoulders, waiting.
Not an unusual sight, except for the man camouflaged into the scenery.
The carefree son stood dangerously close to a busy highway. Unaware his father watched over him.
Hidden. Unconditional. Love.