The Perfect Day
Everyday is perfect if we accept every moment in this continuous life flow.
Ran over to the mall today to check out Sam Goody’s, which is going out of business. Everything is 50% off but I walked out with nothing. How much stuff can you gather and actually use in one life? As I walked in, a short, squat man in his 60s leaned against the wall by the entrance doors. His black tousled hair looked greasy and needed cutting. He was smoking , concentrating totally on the cigarette as he put it to his lips, drew in, inhaled, then exhaled a long cloud that was immediately sucked outward by the wind. Between puffs, he stared at the cigarette.
He wore large black-rimmed glasses that were so thick, when he glanced at me his eyes were magnified, giving him the appearance of a surprised owl. He dirty, faded jeans were baggy and he just looked like he smelled bad.
Later, after I left Sam Goody’s I stopped in at a Friends of the Library used book sale where people pushed through the books for the last day bag sale. All you can fit in for $3. I wandered around, remembering the days when I bought a bag and filled it. Sometimes I filled two. I’ve owned thousands of books. My life isn’t long enough to read them.
As I walked out the Owl Man stepped in, gazing from left to right, looking confused. He bought a bag and I knew he would fill it.
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Finished the audio version of Chapter 5 of The Perfect Song.
Once Jared helps me with the RSS feed, I’ll begin posting it