Ever since I can remember I've enjoyed walking. Whether it's down a country road or along a city street, walking connects me with the world and breaks my isolation. It doesn't have to be a very long walk, either--though I'm amused at how often it includes a task--a stop for some groceries or to pick up the morning paper.
I've made a discovery as I walk...actually, make that discoveries. Cash. That's right...cold hard cash. More often than you might imagine, too. Oh, it may only be a quarter. Sometimes it's a buck, or even five. Last week I found a twenty.
But I have to watch, you see, because it turns from a game into an obsession before I can say "easy money." Suddenly all I'm finding is that my entire focus has turned to the ground around me.
Being that focused on where I'm walking may keep me from tripping over uneven sidewalks, but it trips me up.
I looked up. Was it the silvery light? I looked up and there she was...a giant orb shining in the evening sky, and a silhouetted pair of palms: the moon and her friends, and I nearly missed it. I'd been looking down, you see....for the cash.
Money is the past. It is stored value that we can use today and maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
The moon is today. She will soon be gone. If we don't look up we'll miss her, and tomorrow we won't even have a yesterday to talk about.
(c) Steve Fiechter, 2015
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