Early in the morning, I peer out into the fog.
The whole world is covered in calm.
Kaish and I race to middle school.
We race because Kaish never ever wants to get up in the morning.
Every night I promise myself I will be kind and sweet and gentle in the morning with him.
And I do try to be kind and sweet and gentle....for like 10 minutes.
And then I turn into a monster Mommy!
After he gets dropped off I make my way to the city.
The city of brotherly love.
The news stations have been calling it Killadelphia lately.
There has been so much murder in our city.
I drive in through the affluence of Chestnut Hill.
I drive through the normalcy of Mt. Airy.
I drive to the desolate places.
I don't see blood on the streets although I am sure it would be there if I looked closely.
I see colors and smiling faces.
I see people.
People that matter.
I see abandoned buildings sometimes.
Abandoned dreams maybe.
But I always see hope.
So thankful for hope.