molly mary o'brien

the kids are kind of alright

Today it was 22 degrees Fahrenheit.  I saw three teenage girls sporting hooded sweatshirts in Easter egg hues.  On their heads were the flat-brim fitted baseball caps typical of teenage boys — tokens from their boyfriends, probably.  Any time you see a high schooler dressed inappropriately for the weather, somewhere there’s a corresponding parent, shaking their head in defeat.

Later I bundled and went for a run.  I passed two ‘tweens’, one boy and one girl.  From far away they looked innocuous.  Their arms were linked.  When I jogged past them, the male tween barked at me, almost as if he expected me to bark back.