My neighbourhood is full of graffiti, and to be honest, I like it. It’s low brow graffiti, mostly involving some punk’s desire to see his name in big letters. Not much artistic thought behind the work. But at least it adds a splash of color and texture to a smooth concrete landscape.
Luckily, I tore myself away from staring at people’s shoes long enough to admire this wall for a moment. Very lucky indeed, because I just happened to witness this little scene.
“Mommy will never look here!”
There is our local locksmith inserting my keys into a deep crevice in the wall.
And I still let him carry my keys while we walk. Slow learner, this Mommy.