On my evening walk, as the setting sun colored the sky in hues of orange, pinks and dusk, I saw a party of three waiting a few feet outside the local mall.
A young girl, possibly 9-12 years of age, sat on a wooden bench. But the older female guardian, perhaps the mother, was being chased around said bench by a younger girl, possibly 5 or 6 years of age, in a hot pink winter coat and a snow white pom pom hat, adorned with a poof of brown at the top. The guardian, also bundled up for winter in her black coat with its brown fur lined hood, sported her own pom pom hat; black, its own poof, a blend of brown and white.
Just out of the little one’s reach—enough to make it a challenge and yet feed the young girl’s hope of victory—, the guardian alternated between jogging and speed walking around the bench. And even though they all wore masks, I could tell the guardian was smiling as the little one laughed in hot pursuit. I certainly was :)