I crossed the street and the ice took me down yesterday morning. It was a traffic stopping, thermos flying, leather tote explosion. I caught the curb along with a handful of crumbled earth. So, in an attempt to restore any sort of balance in my universe, I promptly sought out some market blooms.
Also on the note of compassion... I was leaving said market as we do, saddled with brimming paper bags and coming upon my parked vehicle, when I stepped into that strange timing where you can read each awkward tick in another's train of thought. A policeman reached for my (yet locked) passenger door, stopped himself with a subtle halting hand before realizing so and said, "Have a good day, dear!" as he walked past me. I could almost read his heavily cop-trained mind reminding him my rights while trumping his more gentlemanly instincts. Funny thing is, it was his stutter to act that put me ill at ease for the nanoseconds it was happening. I'm already on my guard in parking garages and it threw me into the mode of "eh! get outta there, weirdo". He meant well! 'Twas simply an unusual exchange.
Anyway, I have a tendency to grumble misanthropically for days after witnessing a missed humanitarian opportunity. Which is totally unfair. It's not, I know. My expectations are beasts of the wild. Let me take this as an opportunity to say thanks to the gal that drove over to check on me, played upon the pavement, and thanks to the cop that may have overstepped boundaries in an effort of good intentions. Two sweet gestures in the course of half a morning. This world is inherently good, and so are these wispy springtime stems.