he just came up with his arm full of boxes.
i opened the door wide and gave him a big ol'
'how you doin'?!'
'wassup blondie' he grins back.
he wanders in and plops the boxes down.
i asked how he was. he groaned about monday.
i nodded vigorously.
'is there something in particular about this
monday?' i asked sincerely, cause there's a
ton i want to do and i feel like i'm moving
under a pile of molasses.
'it sucks.' he said. 'weekend's over.'
and i laughed.
nodded and said i was with him.
altho, i really like mondays.
he wandered off we both turned back to our
got a note from my small business counselor.
apparently he was discussing me and bone sighs
in his 'working with creatives' workshop.
i laughed. told him he made creative people sound
like aliens....joked about that and laughed with
him on this end of the computer. i pictured him
i sat back and thought of the little laughs during
the day. and then i remembered the great hello
on my walk this morning. the guy actually rolled
down his window in the rain to give me a big ol'
i laughed and waved back.
i looked at him drive away and thought what a light
he was in the gray morning.
i watched his truck pull up the street and i thought
he has no idea what a light he is.
it's all those moments.
all those tiny, you don't think twice about them,
moments. the laughs, the smiles, the waves.
i love those things.
i just love those things.
today i'm feelin' a bit all over the place. and those
things center me. they make me feel good, they remind
me of what counts.
it's the little things......