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.
good post.
ReplyDeleteno, seriously.