This Windy Morning

[Guest guest]

I was on the way to make the deposit this morning, when I had

gone

a couple of blocks, I noticed a lady in the median up ahead

running back

and forth picking up blowing sheets of paper frantically. It was

obvious

she was desperately trying to recover a stack of papers that had

somehow

gotten out of her car and were being swiftly distributed by the

wind, and

gusts from speeding cars to an area covering about a city block.

 

I pulled over and spent the next several minutes dodging heavy

traffic

with one other good Samaritan who had stopped the same as I to

assist.

In the course of pulling soggy sheets from the gutters and the

weeds

on the median I noticed that they were printed with stanzas of

poetry,

and I realized why she was so hopelessly desperate to to recover

every piece, it was really her heart that was blowing down that

busy

street disappearing into the maddening pace of that nonstop

traffic.

Then she came up to me, obviously exhausted, clutching dozens of

sheets to her chest and simply said "Thank you so much!" as she

took

what I had collected... I replied "Your welcome." got in my car

and

drove away thinking how really small, yet very magical, this

world can be.

[Guest guest]

It is really good to see you, Mace.

 

 

 

 

, Mace Mealer <mmealer@a...> wrote:

> I was on the way to make the deposit this morning...