This is just a small moment from my day today. Anything can be a story.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I approached the roundabout. I watched as his big foot took one step off the curb and into the crosswalk, followed by another big foot lumbering up to a giant torso and shoulders that hunched under the weight of his bulbous head. He was big, for sure, but not in an imposing way. It seemed as though he had been born big and his body just kept on growing because it didn’t know what else to do. He turned his giant head to look at me and pressed his mouth into the wide, tight-lipped grimace of an old toad. His eyes glared into me with a look that said, “I’m crossing this road and you had better wait.” I had no plans to do otherwise, but decided to play along anyway. I glared back with a look of inconvenience I did not feel and feigned my impatience. My efforts were rewarded with a look of smug triumph as he faced his enormous body forward and lurched his way across the walk. He looked quite pleased with himself, and when he could no longer see me, I giggled with delight. Two days made by one momentary glance – the strangeness of strangers.
