Monday, April 10, 2017

We meet again


Yesterday we were at the grocery store when a woman about our age came up to me and said she loved my beard, and then started patting and stroking it lightly, with a gleam in her eye that indicated certain social barriers didn’t exist in her mind. I waited patiently and spoke kindly while her embarrassed young granddaughter tugged at her gently and tried to guide her away. It was a lovely, beautiful moment. I would have stood there forever if needed, but the girl made sure that wasn’t necessary. Later, elsewhere in the store, we were ignored by all sorts of “normal” people. That, too, was beautiful, in the way that the hard shells of walnuts are beautiful, etched like thumbprints in their infinitely peculiar, familiar design. “Children in the garden,” I thought, “flowers plucked one by one, each in its time.”



2 comments:

Jan said...

Beautifully written William...I pictured the whole scene. You do have a lovely beard and in a way I cannot blame some lady wanting to touch it. I especially love this line "Children in the garden" so beautiful~

William Michaelian said...

I’m delighted you feel that way, Jan. Thank you....