The little things matter

I went out for a walk, I didn’t like the feeling of being inside the home so I took a chance at exploring what little I could find outside.

After twenty minutes of walking, in a pretty little neighbourhood I came upon two garages. One was painted in the colour blue and the other in the colour pink. Although I don’t know who lives there, two men, two women or any other combination, it still was beautiful to see. They took the time to consider the favourite colour of the other, and made it apart of their home.

It was time now to move myself to the other half of the side walk to let someone by, but the way the houses were aligned brought me peace. I was walking at a slow pace and was able to appreciate them for their balconies, the pattern of their curtains and little items they leave outside for people who might need them.

Stranger things poster was among one of these items, but I left it there for someone who would appreciate it better than I would. Though to be honest, what I needed most was a notebook, and although I could buy one, it’s more special to me when it was already owned.

At the stop light, no one ever seem pleased to stop. But this was only what I thought because I am not in the passenger seat to know that maybe they were actually having a good day, and was happy for the lights to turn red.

A place like the cemetery is no place for the living, well unless your mourning your loved ones, but this was the only way to get to where I was headed. I felt sad that the bones weren’t able to eat this fine desert I was struggling to open, maybe they would like to try the shoes I am wearing. But even so, the flowers were especially vibrant.

At another stop light, I seem to have stumbled upon some luck. As luck would have it there was no need to press the button, and those four wheeled things were not in sight, until I crossed to the other side that is. The noisy things zoomed by and I was yet again displeased.

At least I was passing Burger King, I could look inside to see what the hungry fellow humans were up to. Nothing really, just eating and talking but I suppose that’s much better than me being here alone. One foot before the other, looking around until I saw something on the left of me.

This person would never know how much they have made my day, and if you happen to be reading this, thank you!

There was a hand with a puppet at the end of it, I was confused at first but happy to know that they are as weird as I am. But confused because I’ve never seen anything like this in my neighbourhood, the puppet noticed me, and when it was further behind, it looked back and continued to interact. I am not certain if it had a long dialogue going or if it was just laughing at whatever reaction I had on my face.

Good things usually comes to an end, then the feelings of pessimism runs back, cuddles you and gives you a nuzzle. I remember the time I found a lipgloss in the grass, it might belong to a lady who was kissing so passionately that the lipstick fell out of her pocket and made its home there.

No.

I never picked it up, my hand sanitizer wouldn’t be pleased with that.