Tots lives matter.

As I reached for the gas pump at Wawa this morning I noticed there was something on the ground. Among the disgusting discarded cigarettes, gas stains and graveyard of gum sat something breathtakingly beautiful. It was richly golden brown in color and blanketed in skin of crisp perfection. As I looked closer at it's distinct classic cylindrical shape in disbelief a cool breeze blew through as if it's soul was leaving its body on its way to heaven. Holding some faith in humanity I imagined that a helping hand was extended as it started to descend from safety. There would've been no time of day that this would've been easy to witness however the morning hour was that much more difficult. Adored by many, always gone too soon but never forgotten. Rest in peace little tater tot. You deserved much better.