A rainy, cool morning the school bus doors whoosh open to greet 25 elementary children. I'm dismayed to see dripping wet, open umbrellas also coming aboard. Assisting the younger children, quickly, mindful of the cars waiting behind the bus, imagining I can hear engines revving, and glancing at the line of children still outside waiting to board, I notice the canopy, spontaneously formed, of umbrellas of every color and design, just like the parents who are lovingly holding them, together, to shelter each other's children.
