Friday-Saturday February 2-3

• I suddenly noticed the Kiach-Alliance insignia of two hands clsped, embossed in stone at the very top of Beit Alliance. 
•  The crisp sharpness of the shadows in the clean sun-after-rain

• The cool white of the birch trees overlapping the pink-white of the blossoming almond trees

• The lines of laundry composed in pink and purple, warmer colors in front, like a curtain,, cooler colors in back

• The backlit almond blossoms glowing in the afternoon light
• The complex social codes surrounding the use of the swings in the crowded playground, negotiated by young children, their older siblings, with the occasional input of parents, who step in either to protect or to reign in their kids.
• The single parents sitting on the middle bench of the playground, arguing loudly over the general justice of child-support payments. One mother pro, one father anti, the other mother in between. All three are wearing sweatpants, and look like they haven't bothered to dress this weekend. Their kids, when they run over,  are beautifully turned out.  
• The quiet tenderness of a father in the corner playground bench, holding his daughter before they get ready to go home.
• Y.'s hair, standing up in a jagged halo from the static in the plastic playground tunnel.
• The two pigeons, picking between the shadow on the artificial turf, scavenging the snacks that children dropped.