Footsteps

It is music to my ears. Every Friday evening I get to hear footsteps of little elves and angels. Some thump, some flitter, some stomp and the dainty ones skip. Then there are the late comers who storm and the ones with fancy shoes strut. Those lost in their own world - saunter in. The youngest of the lot step in shakily. Hand in hand stroll in a few and some stand to be ushered in.
I know them all by their footsteps. These are my bunch of kids who come down every Friday to share an evening with me.
We play and we learn some.
To be able to express is an art and also perhaps a necessity but listening is divine.