sisters

I drove down to the Pacific after the meditation meeting last night. Catch some of the sunset, rejoice in the endless ocean’s watery language. Be the gratitude and joy for still being here, and getting to be there. I was sitting on pretty much the only bench behind the boulders separating the concrete walk from the sand – which I nearly never do, that bench – and a young couple came bopping along, the girl handing me a picked stem of three yellow flowers. Lots of sun worshippers ended up with yellow flowers.

When it felt like time to go, I walked down the concrete, along the seawall and all its young homeless and tourists and ocean appreciators. I heard music, and maybe two seconds later recognized it as Dave Brubek’s “Take Five.” A few steps further I came upon the trio in this photo, peeking at their sheet music, sharing their musical wonder. I placed a dollar in the red box – mine made two, one of those generosities which may not be much but are in fact a lot. The saxophone girl in the blue stopped long enough to mouth “Thank you”, and I walked about 10 feet away and hung around long enough until the song came to an end, when I walked back and thanked them for their sweet music. For their gift.

I remembered when I was that age I was mostly laying on the couch and watching TV. I guess, 7pm on a spring night, there was lots of running through yards and playing in the street too. Last night I had the thought that these three are so much further down the line of living life than I ever was back then. This morning I just feel like one of them.

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