New things.

Strange things happen now. 

I walked behind a little girl in the station. She would have been six, maybe seven. Bag on the back, phone in hand, steady and purposeful walk. And I thought, will K be walking like this soon- alone, assured still small but older? 

A little later I passed a cafe. I saw a young boy, a young man of maybe 16. He spoke animatedly and laughed with his friends. And in my mind I fleetingly thought of K being older, mature, independent. 

Both times, I felt a pang- a barely-describable mix of excitement, confusion and melancholy.