~Object 46~ A Curb

They had just gotten their drinks from a coffee shop and were trying to decide whether to sit inside and talk above the noise, or find a spot outside to sit in peace.  They opted for a nearby patch of grass, but discovered on arriving that the dew was still quite present.  Not wanting to come up with a new spot, they sat on the concrete curb next to the grass.

There they sat for quite some time, sharing thoughts, feelings, frustrations, questions, advice, excitement, sorrow.  If the curb had ears, it would have heard it all.

She felt something tickle her foot and brushed an ant off, only to find another one.  She looked down at where she was sitting and saw that the once perfectly clean curb was now home to dozens and dozens of little ants.  Apparently they had chosen to sit too near the nest.

Scooting down five or six feet they laughed and resumed their conversation, enjoying the warm sun and heated concrete.

They left the curb behind and ran around town for the rest of the day, thoroughly enjoying it.  But sitting there, enjoying each other's company, and the beautiful morning God had given them, was the best way to start a day.

And now she is thanking her Savior for great friends and comfy curbs.

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Over and out,

~Emily