Eureka Street has just published a story about standing still, about school-crossings and dawdlers, about love and daydreaming.

Here’show it starts:

Some people laughed when I said I’d become a school crossing supervisor. They saw the big orange ‘lollipop’ Stop sign. They saw the daggy uniform. They saw the bizarre image of a bloke stopping peak-hour traffic with not much more than a whistle and a stick.

I’d see a father waiting at a corner 50m from the school, lovingly watching his young daughter make her way to the crossing.

I’d see a big sister holding a little sister’s hand, all the way up the street, across the road and into the schoolyard.

You’ll find the whole story, and some kind comments, at Eureka Street.