Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Walking across an empty lot into biting wind, I saw the man who lives in the woods near our school. The man stood alone talking, but moved outside of himself to say hello to me. I recognized myself in the way he pursued his conversation. Sometimes, I talk to myself too. I bought us both coffee and doughnuts at the 7-11, then walked into a warm, still viable (at least until June) classroom.