In an understanding that travel may be from the other side of the world, or the other side of a plant leaf, I begin…
I spy, with my little eye… something of…
It’s been a long number of weeks since I put my running shoes on, which I did today. I was one of the reluctant recipients of the cold that seemed to want to drag in everyone in town. It felt good to get out.
Perhaps it was the reality that I was happy; or perhaps because I was contemplating the “I spy with my little eye” potential of this blog to write on things seen — specifically things on just such a micro-trip. Whatever the genesis, perhaps it caused me to reach out a little further than I otherwise would have, and see:
About a half-mile in, I rounded a street corner. I’m purposefully doing an easy jog as it’s been a bit too long; I don’t plan on going hard or far. Ahead, a couple of landscape workers begin to cross the street into my area. So I move over a bit, and we all share the road. I’ve long respected that these workers generally do their tasks with minimal or no eye-contact. Kudos to your ethic. But as I pass the guy in the lead, I take a chance, and turn, and say “Good morning.” With warm eyes, he beams what was already a broad, resident smile, and returns the greeting. And we both enjoy the moments afterward.
On the return trip, a Sheriff passes an oncoming car, beginning to approach my shoulder of this small, neighborhood street. So, at the appropriate moment, I raise a hand and wave. And he returns the wave. And we both enjoy the moments afterward.
Would either of these guys have initiated this if I hadn’t? Who knows; but I was glad to have been a part of it.