The street sweeper comes every Tuesday morning. For a long time it both fascinated and terrified the Roc. He would pull a chair over to the sink and stand on it so he was as far away as he could be from the front windows, and still see out. Time has a way of changing almost everything. Now he waits patiently by the window as soon as he hears it,
and watches intently as the sweeper goes by.
A fear has turned into a joy. How far he has come!