Outside a busy supermarket two fluffy dogs are taking the attention of a passing family; the owner is proudly chatting while we all look at the dogs.
The dogs’ coat reminds me of a childhood memory where I would cut out two circles of a card like giant polo mints, wind wool around until no more would fit, then cut with scissors and fluff up into a pompom. I can feel the sensation taking my hand over the top of the wool while watching the children carefully touching the coats of the beautiful dogs.
As we walk past my gaze falls upon a child in a special wheelchair; her head tightly supported she has no choice but to look above. The mother’s face is long and as expressionless as the overcast sky.