INCREASE-DECREASE

This morning I’m sitting in the window of my favorite neighborhood coffee shop. While working tirelessly, as usual, I glance up for a moment to give my eyes and mind a breather. Across the street was a man and his daughter. She dressed in all pink, and sitting on an all pink bike, with matching training wheels, was having a bit of trouble propelling the bike forward just by pedaling.

The father smiled, and placed his hand on the back of the seat, and gave it a little bump. Just enough to get her going.

And off she went.

I have nothing more to say.