At 7:05 one person was already waiting for the school bus where our loop meets the road on the north side of this group of homes. She lives about five houses down from us. I think she is still in grade school, but moving quickly toward middle school. We wave at each other. A few drops of rain are hitting my windshield. A little rain is nothing compared to what she has already faced. We don’t all know each other within our neighborhood, but we do enjoy a high level of care for one another.