Last night, I went out to get the Diet Coke that I forgot IN my car. The sun was down and the parking lot lights were on. I did not have a coat on because it made it into the thirties yesterday and was still above twenty when I went out. It was one of those thoughtful nights. Quiet. Parking lot lights on the snow. No one around. Darkness hanging on the fringes more like a warm blanket than a dark drape.
I grabbed the Diet Coke and turned to see a man and a woman running with their dogs. They ran through the lit parking lot, their tennied feet making little crunching sounds, their dogs pleased as punch that they are so blessed to have parents that run (and with other people and dogs!), and the human voices passing with seeming easy between one another as the only sound in the night besides the crunch crunch and pant pant.
They were talking about how they like to eat their eggs. They were on a date. A running date, 7pm at night, in the snow, with their dogs, and talking about eggs.
I smiled to myself and said a little blessing for them before I went inside. All the way up the elevator I wanted someone there to chat with me about how we like our eggs. Funny, a 5 second window into someone else's life, a stranger's even, can tell us much about ourselves...
