Thoughts from a recent trip to the Pacific North West.---
I saw you on the plane. In a window seat. Silly grin, goofy nervous smile. In a Ravens hat no doubt with the bill flipped up just because. I saw you in the market. Over by the ice cream, then the t-shirts and the ball caps. You settled on a shirt and then I saw you toss it up on the counter and grin at me. Just because you knew I’d buy it. And I would have.
I saw you walking up MLK street, in a tank top showing off your guns and your tattoos. “Blessed”. “I can do all things through Christ”. And you could. You could do so many things.
I saw you on a crowded elevator, as you backed against the wall to avoid touching a stranger making those wide-eyes at me, and I laughed, but no one noticed.
I had a gate change in Chicago, I was running through the airport. Huge life-sized World War II planes were hanging from the ceiling, and I lost my breath as I almost ran into your sturdy frame fixated on the marquee. We could’ve checked out the museum. We could have.
On the drive home, I saw a terrible accident, smoke billowing, firefighters, city and county law enforcement and EMT's busily tending the scene. People gathered about gawking, and I saw you.
Time passes quickly when your heart is empty and your mind is full. I pull in our driveway and avoid your spot because I still see you there-- so I park in the grass like always.
“Did you see anything on your trip?”
I saw nothing and I saw everything.
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Can anyone relate?
Serve strong,
CorbansDad