Who knows what might happen?
Today I thought about little interactions I have with people in passing: the woman collecting carts in the parking lot at the grocery store, the librarian who handed me my stack of biographies about American women authors, the lifeguard at the pool, women in the locker room whom I kind of recognize, the new administrator at church, when I called about my piano pieces for this Sunday.
It doesn’t take much to say a friendly word, elicit a smile. Who knows what might happen to them or to me, or what’s going on in their lives?
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day137: 96 words, TOTAL = 22,374; 37,626 remaining
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.