Albert street is full of character, the main center of activity in the city where all types of people rub elbows. The rich and poor, young and old all have business here. Bright colors shout the fun of youth, fresh ripe and sweet.
Things are changing on Albert Street. Old ways are passing like the pace of the mule and cart, slow but sure and modern ways and products are elbowing in. The old market in the background is now gone.
Rivulets of time mark old Supal’s face. His eagerness to sell the plastic and yarn baubles seems lost on little Abigail as she studies his face with a child’s intrigue. Human nature is, however, more often drawn to the bright, beautiful, colorful and young while the old, dull things sit unnoticed in the shadows. This can apply to the elderly among us as well.
Would that we, like Abigale, not miss the reward of looking past the high shine of “young” to cherish the soft patina of age.