River of Stones- Day 24

I slow as I turn onto the street, knowing the crosswalk lies in the middle and not at the end of the road. Sure enough, there they are. Four men and three women wait and listen. I stop, watch them make their way to the other side. Two have only linked arms to guide them; the others have their canes. They leave the blind community center and head toward town. Funny how they always seem to cross my path at the perfect times, always a reminder to slow down. To stop and see all the beauty life has to offer. To give gratitude.