Wednesday, April 24, 2013
I posted this September 18, 2010. The week had been filled with shuttling kids to homeschooling activities. K and I sat at a park while she worked on her school while boys were in classes. My mind a whirling dervish of thoughts happened upon this simplicity.
The air was crisp as sleep melted away. Within the cathedral ceiling of a momentary bedroom, leaves of towering sycamores began to turn. Sunlight sprinkled warmth on her face as a sapphire sky peeped through. The grass was not too wet with dew. That was nice. Sleeping was mostly comfortable and warm in the makeshift bed. She was grateful for the blankets.
Standing, sleep stretched from muscles as the smells of fall air filled her lungs. She savored the warm morning. Winter brushed the air with crispness. She bent down to carefully fold her bedding and place it into the shopping cart. The park was quiet. Savoring the solitude and beauty, thankful no one was around to disturb her.
She wrapped an olive green bathrobe wrapped around her small frame. It hung on her like a child playing dress up. Strolling around the shopping cart overflowing with earthly possessions, she assessed its arrangement. As she placed the bundle of blankets in, she lifted out a carry-on rolling suitcase. Grabbing the shopping cart with her left hand, she dragged the bag in her right towards a building central to the park. A musical cacophony of bird song accompanied her saunter into the public bathroom.
She paused at the door, with a determined push, the basket leapt into the lavatory. A dull clang traveled across the park as the basket met with a metal trash can inside. With head held high, she strolled into the bathroom with the bag trailing behind her.
About 15 minutes later she emerged. Her outfit for the day was comfortable denim shorts, an aqua blue T-shirt and a denim vest- which looked like it had been a jacket in a previous life. She placed the carry-on bag in the front of the basket. Walking around the portable home, tender arrangements to her belongings were the final preparation for the day’s travels.
Standing for a moment smoothing her bangs and hair, she sighed. With a look around she evaluated the temperature. The air brushed her skin with its chill. The olive green robe was draped over the top of the basket. Picking it up and jauntily wrapping it around her shoulders, she slid her arms in, grabbed the lapels of her dapper garment and straightened it.
Fluffing her bangs while she walked around the basket; inspecting it for the last time. Satisfied she stood at its helm and gave it a shove. It rolled as she sashayed to the side of it. Resting a hand on the old friend's side, they began the day’s journey. They disappeared from the park, the robe’s sash gliding behind her like a royal train. A private moment of dignity in the simplest form had been hers.