The early bus is full of sleepy babes, lids heavy with last night's dreams. Joining us in our daily routine, their presence is evidence of an easy trust. Untucked, then dressed,
sometimes combed and usually fed, they head into the that world we give them. An hour from now they will be pirates, writers,
builders, mathematicians, and rowdy little question askers. But for now, on
this plodding bus, they are sleepy babies by whom the world has yet to be touched.