BitterSweetLife

This afternoon, Lindsay and I were walking up the alley to our downtown apartment. We were coming home from work, and it was a 60+ degree day with blue skies, the kind of moment perfectly suited for thinking out loud.

“Substitute teaching does not instill one with a sense of being needed.”

Crunch, crunch, through broken glass.

“Or self-worth.”

We step over a puddle.

“Or accomplishment.”

Past the dumpster.

“Or money.”

Laughter, and the door thuds behind us.

Sometimes the nonsensical tendencies of our lives are really striking.