A four year old chasing cars down the length of his yard, while he waited with his dad for the schoolbus.
A pair of jeans tucked into the tongues of neon edged hightops. A new fashion for twelve year old girls? Or an iconoclast in the making? Shades of the Eighties.
Three horses rolling in the arena at the same time; all those legs and mighty bellies in the air.
Twitterpated drivers, drunk with spring, not paying attention. Amazing, but not so wonderful.