I got up this morning go through my usual routine while not-so-silently kvetching about the snowy-rain mix coming down, only grateful it was not full-out snow. Do I wear my boots or tough it out in my sneakers? What if it is not raining that hard? I don’t want to be standing around all day in boots, yada, yada, yada… I make a decision and head out. It’s dank and just miserable looking outside.
The path from my home to the train station leads past several tenement buildings and projects. A part of City life in my current neighborhood is the occasional appearance of memorials for the recently departed. I’m ashamed to say, they are so much a part of the scenery that while I see them, I really don’t.
At least, until this afternoon.
This afternoon, as I returned home, I noticed one such memorial. This was somehow different, and as I looked closer, I understood why. It was a large portrait was that of a baby. This life could not have been more than a few months if I am gauging this infant correctly. Someone lost a baby. Do we even want to go into all the reasons why the younger a life is when it departs from us, the more tragic it seems? No. It just is.
And suddenly, today’s highly annoying rain/snow crap was considerably less so.
A Little perspective is everything…
Slice of Life Writing Challenge – Day 5 – Two Writing Teachers
Raivenne-lations 
I think, unfortunate as it may be, things we see over and over become routine that we don’t really take notice of them until something not the norm is there and then we notice. Yes, perspective changes our feelings and reactions.