One beautiful thing about living in a big city is that there are people everywhere, all the time. "How is this beautiful?" you might ask. While being surrounded by others all the time has its challenges, at least one never has to get bored. People are inherently interesting. None are alike. Yet, I would argue, some are more intriguing than others.This fellow caught my fancy recently as I accompanied Eliakim to school one morning. Clearly he had carefully considered his wardrobe: pink and red elements were combined creatively, down to a red American handkerchief serving as a pocket square. At the same time, he had this feeling to him of one who is missing some marbles, or perhaps has some too many.
Naturally, I pulled out my phone and pretended to dabble on it, while in reality snapping his picture. When we got off the bus, I glanced down at the paper he was writing on, spotting wild squiggles or something of the kind, and I wondered what kind of genius he might be.
Therefore, I'm sharing him with you as if it were the sharing of a goodie, a treasure. Because that's what people are.
This makes me think of all of my bus riding experiences. Derek joked once that I come home with a bus story pretty much every day. That's good perspective, though, seeing them as treasures :-)
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