while the morning parking shuttle puttered along downtown los angeles district, i would grab inside my work bag to find my badge when i’d mistakenly wrap my fingers around a little edible treat instead. and these, i knew, came from her when i visited over the weekend. it was a powdered milk delicacy, sweet concoctions by themselves but such a surprise broke my morning face into a daring smile beside unsuspecting passer-bys.
there were always these small nooks and crannies she was able to hide in. there are other places that you’d expect people to come out from, and it’s cliche to say but the unexpected is pretty hard to ignore when everyone else is an expert at predictability. the irony sometimes, is that past decisions are peppered with moments when we knew the trouble we were getting into, but went ahead anyway.
the past lent me troubles of trying to find what i wanted when it wasn’t there, of carrots on sticks and half-hearted catfish. i guess i gave too much of myself, without really understanding what it meant. but now it’s enthralling to sit in the wet sandbox of what you know and what you don’t know. good boys might finish last, but the finish is a beautiful journey carefully taken a step at a time.