Melt to Nothing

Sat at a railroad crossing as the mid-afternoon train meandered by in the rain ..... one of those trains with seemingly 500 cars and in no hurry to get to their destination. With my ipod on shuffle and a live version of the Counting Crows song, 'Mr Jones' playing, (Yes, I'm that old to still employ an ipod and actually even older). Admiring the graffiti art as each railcar passed by, lost in thought. When the last railcar had passed and the crossing gates rose, there was a moment of confusion. "What do I do now?" I was so lost in thought that shifting into DRIVE didn't feel like an obvious option. 

From there it was onto a downtown antique mall that I've wandered through dozens of times the past ten years so I never expect any longer to find anything of interest. But I came across a vinyl copy of 'Maraqupa' by Damien Jurado. The missing piece of DJ's recordings!! Then outside on the sidewalk, crossed paths with a lady who smiled at me, making my day. 

And that's all it takes to cause me to melt to nothing ..... A smile from a stranger.

I think you need to smile a little more often once your past 65 years old (I'm closing in on 68) and you've started acknowledging the possibility of things that you never acknowledged for those first 65 years of your life. So you need an extra smile or two each day to assist in dealing with those fears that I can't even bring myself to mention by name.