I was sitting in the drive-through line at McDonalds, half-daydreaming, when the sight of a tiny little hand, extending out the window of the car in front of me, shook me out of my haze.
It was a very young child in the back seat of the car. They were either stretching-out or reaching for something he/she saw outside the vehicle. I watched as the little hand extended, fingers opening and then closing as the arm paused and remained outstretched for a moment, and then slowly slid back into the window and out of sight again.
It made me smile for a second, and also reflect, despite my stoic facade and the insistence that I don't want any kids. Ha Ha