About A Boy

   There he was again, a blond-haired version this time, bounding up to walk beside  me in the throng of people all heading in the same direction, for a charity walk of some kind, most likely.  He walked with me for a short while, but I told him he needed to join his father, who was walking a distance ahead.  He was not yet tall enough to see far in front of us, but I pointed out the direction and he sped off, threading his way through the crowd.  I kept walking, at my own pace.