"Why is the sky blue?" --A fair enough question, and one I have learned the answer to several times. Yet every time I try to explain it to someone or remember it to myself, it eludes me. Now I like to remember the question alone, as it reminds me that my mind is essentially a sieve, that I am mortal.
---from Bluets by Maggie Nelson
I stopped my Walmart tonight after work. There was a beautiful, cloudless sky. A kind of light blue that reminded me of the malted milk eggs I used to get in my Easter basket. As I pulled into the parking, I noticed a man standing by the road, holding a sign that said something like, "Working my way west. Need money."
I went into Walmart and bought my groceries. Then, I stopped by the McDonald's in the store and bought some fries, chicken McNuggets, and a pop. I carried my purchases out to my car, and then I took the food and walked over to the man.
He came over to me, slowly. I held out the bag and pop to him. "I don't have any money, but here," I said.
He took the bags. "Thanks, man," he said. He was younger than me, with long hair and beard. Looked as if he hadn't slept for a long time.
"God bless," I said, and I turned and went back to my car.
As I was leaving the parking lot, I saw the man hunched down, eating the fries and drinking the pop.
I kept looking up at the sky on my home, thinking about how lucky I am.
Saint Marty is thankful tonight for his life.
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