Alison Garwood Jones

Earlier this week I was sitting inside a glass bus shelter when a crowded school bus came to a halt. A little girl, up on her knees and facing the window, was drawing pictures in breath clouds on the glass. When her cloud evaporated, she stopped staring at the window and looked through it to see me sitting there. She looked right at me and smiled. I smiled back. Then she mouthed, “Merry Christmas” and waved.

That was my seasonal grace note.