At the front of our complex there is a guard house which usually holds 2-3 older gentlemen. I love these guys, and this is why: whenever we enter our complex, whether by car or taxi, they stare intently into the vehicle until they recognize whoever is inside. The stare they give is full of concern and a bit of suspicion that breaks into a welcoming grin and wave once they recognize us. It cracks me up, and it makes me feel safe. There's this moment of, "Who are you coming into my domain?" and then, "Ah, friend, enter!" Gets me every time.
Winding Down
12 years ago
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