awaiting trucks

For the past two weeks this has been the view on Ridgegate.
On Monday at 5:30 you can find all the small fries in the cul-de-sac...
Living in GREAT expectation.

Abandoning vehicles of the afternoon-norm...

Costly treasure in hand... ready to trade...

In hope they wait...

Change... the only jingle these small hear...

Filled with longing they can taste... they imagine the tune... and dance...

More than ready they show up Monday after Monday.  

No truck- filled treats.  

They are resilient...

Bruised but not giving up...

They skate in colorful hope that...

Next Monday will surely deliver.

Game plans already in hand for today.

They do not entertain doubt or discouragement from the past.

They live in belief...

As I press on... showing after showing... I must learn from the small people on Ridgegate.  

The sell didn't come when I was expecting, but... IT'S COMING.  

And... you can be sure I am listening for the music...

Guarding truth today... especially when the heat of waiting brings fatigue...

Being homeschooled by Princess Emmiline...

As she keeps her hands alive with promised fortunes rolled up like a scroll...

I wrap my hands around promise filled paper worth more than gold...

Truth speaks...

I am not forgotten...

He sees the tastebuds of the Hopefuls.

He never disappoints.

Awaiting trucks over here...

Ones that bring moves and delights.