Four on the Streets of Flatbush

On what would become a rainy weekday morning, as dawn groggily rolled out of bed and began to light heaven's lamps across the sky, making their way across the street, the female guardian held the hand of one child, while a slightly older sibling held the hand of the other.  But suddenly, as they neared the sidewalk, the older sibling and his young partner, broke out into a run, whose driving force appeared to be simply for the pure enjoyment and exhilaration to be found in the experience. Behind them, still in the street, the female guardian and her little one maintained their pace. The guardian probably thinking nothing of the impromptu race, her mind perhaps filled with adult type or caregiver concerns, while the little one by her side either wishing he had been an active participant or content in his role as a spectator deriving a quiet joy from simply  bearing witness.

I know I derived a quiet joy from simply bearing witness :)