Tip
Living
in the city all my life, I'd become cautious towards strangers. I kept this
guard up after relocating to raise our children in a small township.
While
I strolled Main Street one morning, a man using a cane neared my baby's coach.
As he approached us on the sidewalk, I took stock of him. Thin and weathered, a
bit hunched and very aged. Yet, I felt his strange self-possession.
Before
passing, he did something to me I'd never experienced. With one sincere motion,
he fingered the brim of his hat in the wisp of a nod.
If not for his frail frame I wouldn't have peeked at his seasoned face, braving a connection. His eyes translated deep respect that sparked my core with warmth. An impulse urged me to hug him.
Recovered from my swoon, I knew not to approach him with such odd behavior. By then, he was half a block behind me anyway.
If not for his frail frame I wouldn't have peeked at his seasoned face, braving a connection. His eyes translated deep respect that sparked my core with warmth. An impulse urged me to hug him.
Recovered from my swoon, I knew not to approach him with such odd behavior. By then, he was half a block behind me anyway.
This
brief, silent affair proved I was home.
