Considerations on a Thursday
Different days call for different things. Today is a $6.32 latte and vintage denim kind of day. Tomorrow, Maggie thinks, may be a cheeseburger and cotton dress kind of day. She sips her coffee and crosses the street, careful to look both ways, then enters the park through the west gate, wrought iron arching gracefully skyward. She nods to the gentleman with the kind eyes and snowy tuft of hair. He tips his hat and winks in greeting. He’s there every day, sometimes with a newspaper, sometimes with birdseed, a comforting living effigy in an ever-changing world.
