Once again I am struck by the quiet beauty of life alone in a grocery store.
Sitting here now next to the pharmacy, behind the free blood pressure checker (125 systolic, 75 diastolic, 73 heart beats per minute) I have to write down that this store can be so depressing or so pretty. Mostly depressing.
I limp down the cosmetics isle looking for my face wash, the weight of ten cans of Spaghetti-Os and other cheapy foods asymmetrically placed on the right side of my body and a gallon of orange juice ineffectively trying to balance me on the other. I can't hear the sounds of the store around me or my plastic soles on the linoleum floor for the music in my ears. I'm wearing a Crooked Crown while having an Anniversary.
Suddenly (like it always does) I am filled with the simple quiet everyday beauty of life. No apparent cause or source: I am happy. There is nothing but this subtle clean feeling in my chest. Like the sky on a clear spring day when it's still a little cool. Like it was today.
I couldn't bring up the worries I had five minutes ago unless I really tried. And honestly, why? They're not real anyway. Only this pen and this basket of groceries next to me are real. No need to play make-believe.
I'll get up in a few minutes. It's time to enjoy.
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Next week I'll be making a forty-two thousand mile journey to save a my favorite redhead from daylight savings time, and nestle her sweetly in the embrace of Arizona's changeless clocks. I can't have her an hour farther away from me, now can I. Goodness no.
- David
Scream, Scream It Loud, Sing It Out, Make Your Lover Proud
"There is nothing but this subtle clean feeling in my chest. Like the sky on a clear spring day when it's still a little cool. Like it was today."
ReplyDeleteThat's a great way to describe the feeling!