Sometimes the walk from our parking spot into school is all business. Walking quickly to get out of the wet, the cold, and finally away from the noise and the stench of pollution on the last block of the walk. Other times, on warmer or at least dryer days, we watch for the huge fluffy white neighborhood cat. 'Our' cat, I've taken to calling it. We meander and chat and make observations. Whatever the pace, as we walk and talk and I hold hands with one or both of them, I try to recall what things I know their days will consist of -- PE? Art? Spanish?
We put our heads together and walk, and I keep my head down and listen and protect those precious minutes before we go our separate ways.