Well, as the queen of mundane and pointless, I felt the real need to share this truly mundane and pointless (but pretty neat) moment with you.
I just got back from running an errand, and my small town is turning all the lovely shades of autumn. The sun is shining and the breeze is light and cool. I was enjoying it totally–thinking of a line from the movie ‘Funny Bones’ about how in our memories of good times in the past the sun is always shining. I turned down a little back street, lined with old, sprawling trees and found myself driving through a shower of leaves. The breeze was just enough to loosen them and carry them gently down, all their earthy colors fluttering around me as I drove. For a moment, it seemed slo-mo and I took the rare opportunity to soak it all in.
Magical.
My son, in the backseat and in the middle of a detailed account of his school day, stopped and said very quietly, “Look, mom. It’s raining.”
And he and I must have moved our eyes at the same time to the sidewalk where a little girl stood with her umbrella open, because he said, just as I noticed her, “Oh…I wish I was her.”
Now, if I wasn’t the responsible parent and employee that I am, and if I would just once listen to that little voice inside me that occaisionally screams at me to indulge myself, I would have pulled over and we would have gotten out and enjoyed the moment properly. Darn me. Wish I would have.