the dad’s arm around his little daughter, her braids peaking out from the crook of his arm, his wedding ring glinting in the low light.
they were snuggled close to one another, whispering shared ideas between themselves; I could just make out her profile–see the side of his smile as they quietly laughed together.
old friends and weathered partners, they sat and watched the music.
the man quietly slipped onto the bench, welcomed by the warm extended handshake of another sitting behind him. men shaking hands is one of the noblest things I see on a routine basis. why is it noble? not sure. something about the respect and the fact that women can’t do the same thing the same way. it’s nice to watch and not be a part of.
the way he wags his head side to side while he plays the guitar, like he took a bite of the melody and is savoring and at the same time devouring.
little Christmas lights. the family gathered. someone being able to laugh during the song (he is singing) and good-naturedly pull us into the inside joke… the coming together of the community to love and remember.
the seed of joy, yes, it sometimes starts out small.
