In Our Midst

We are young but we used to be younger.

Then we were children of the revolution, determined to enjoy ourselves, wringing the beauty out of every moment. Now we are adullts, trying to understand ourselves, wringing our cell phones:

“I’m afraid if I went back to then I wouldn’t take things back like I sometimes say I would. I’m afraid I would do more of them. And that it would be as good as I remember,” She says.

“Now it’s like we’re always before or after and never in the middle of it,” I say.

We hang up. I walk to my car to drive to a safe neighborhood to walk.

Minutes later I am 20 blocks away and several social classes up. Surrounded by huge, staring homes, I light a cigar. The tip grows and burns.

“Life’s a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!” Rosalind Russell shouts in my mind. We’re not starving, we’ve forgotten how to be hungry.

I almost walk into a low hanging branch of a lilac tree. Cupping the blossom, like it will leak through my fingers, I lift it to my face. The smell of cigar and lilac drive into the two-car garage of my nose and crash into something in my mind.

I’m laughing. I’m thinking of Him. I’m texting her: He knows the plans He has for us.

6 thoughts on “In Our Midst

  1. I’m intrigued that you have philosophical reflections while smoking cigars.

    You know, that’s the second time in 24 hours that I’ve seen the Rosalind Russell quote. I had never seen it before. Not sure what it means, seeing it again so soon, but maybe there is something to be said about remembering how to listen to the truths that we once knew, the things that we put aside in an effort to mature.

    In uncertain times, I need to be reminded that there is a bigger plan at work than what might be immediately apparent, so thanks for that.

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