Unusual scenery
I re-enrolled in community college and teach at the workshop at night. Daytime deliveries have decreased. Instead, smiles on the sidewalk have increased. I thought I was helping, but I was the one being helped. At that crosswalk that day, what I picked up wasn’t just an orange and a business card. It was how to use my time and a new resonance to my own name.
Summer has come again. The sidewalks of South Congress feel gentler than before. Wheelchairs glide more easily, benches soak up sweat, and night breezes dry it away. People might still stumble at crosswalks. But we can offer more helping hands. Today, I turn the key once more. The clock that was running slow no longer bothers me. Because my time is mine to decide.
※This story is a work of fiction. The characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and bear no relation to any real persons or events.
