Pinpricks of rain picking up speed had begun to fall as the guardian and little girl exited the building. Realizing after a few short strides that he had gotten ahead of her, he glanced back.
Looking to be about 5 or 6, bright eyed, hair swept up into a full, gorgeous puff ponytail, she was slowly moving down the sidewalk, which was lined on one side with businesses, staying as close as possible to the sliver of shelter provided by their awnings. Observing her, he smiled, and walking back, held above her head the priority mail type envelope he had been carrying in hand.
As I passed by, she smiled up at him and the exchange made me think of loving fathers and loved little daughters.