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, probably on warmer or at least dryer days, I've never paid much attention to the details, 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 day will consist of - PE? Art? Spanish? If I'm lucky, I might get a glimpse of what some element of the day might be for them.
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.