A short while I ago I left my office and went outside to get some air and take a break from the office. I’m glad I did.
There’s a slight breeze here today, just enough to sway the trees and allow you to feel it on your cheek. The sky is the very definition of blue, with not a cloud to be seen. The grounds keepers have been busy, and the grass, which has been freshly cut, looks like a green carpet and smells fresh and clean.
While sitting in the sun, and letting my mind wander over anything but work, I watched a young woman approach and enter the building. She was probably about 20 years old and was lovely. She was wearing a soft looking dress and swinging her purse while she walked. As she walked by she said “This is a gorgeous day, isn’t it?” Yes, it sure is.
I’m reminded of Mr. Bernstein’s speech from Citizen Kane:
“A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn’t think he’d remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn’t see me at all, but I’ll bet a month hasn’t gone by since, that I haven’t thought of that girl.”
Damn, sometimes life just hands you a small, but wonderful, gift.