Reading

It may be that Calvin, of the three boys, is the one who most enjoys reading in and of itself. Today getting off the bus, traffic came to a halt in front of the church as usual. Calvin got off with book in hand, and nose buried deep in the pages. Usually he charges on across the street and up the front steps, but today was different. A utility truck was stopped forward of the bus. Calvin made his way across the street much slower than usual, wrapped up as he was in his reading. He finally made it to the sidewalk, and taking two more steps bumped into the handrail for the front steps of the church. He bounced backward a little, finally looked up, and adjusted his trajectory up the steps to where I was sitting waiting on him. I took my eyes off him to wave to the bus driver, who was chuckling. I spotted the truck driver as he began to drive past: he too was grinning. Calvin was oblivious to the humor he had inadvertently provided us all. He remained engrossed in the book, barely acknowledging me and headed straight to my office to finish the book. This picture captures those remarkable final moments.