It Was the End of the Week.
14 November, 2011 § Leave a comment
It’s good to see the balance in things.
Sometimes my eye catches on the barred windows of a giant blue and white bus with the logo “Harris County Jail” emblazoned on both sides, on the hole taking over the rear right jeans pocket of the old man crossing the street, and on the single file commute of text-ers and headphone-wearers blankly crossing the UHDH parking lot — and it’s heavy. Soul-heavy.
But then — toting one suitcase on wheels, one giant handbag, a leopard print layer skirt, a Minny Mouse hoodie, stained velour socks, not-quite-white-anymore ballet flats, a faux fur overcoat with the arms cut off, a peach headwrap and round tortoiseshell glasses — hope comes laughing off the street, overflowing with chatter about absentminded Mondays.
The one does not negate the other. The wrong does not disappear in the face of the good. The joy does not abate in the midst of grief.