Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
It’s finally and officially warm in Vermont. I think Wednesday there could be snow, but everyone I’ve seen has been seizing the day. People are wearing t-shirts. Scarves have gone into hiding. A landscaper gazes into the sun and raises his arms like Rocky Balboa did at the top of the steps. A young man walks down Main in business-casual and flip-flops. There’s a general sense of gratitude at the end of a long winter.
I’m driving with my windows rolled down. At a stoplight, I wait for my green arrow. Two cars line up in the lanes to my right, and they also have their windows down. I realize slowly that we are all on the same radio station, all listening to Paul Simon. The song reminds me of my days as a babysitter to a fantastic family. The parents had a Paul Simon cd that their children opted to play from time to time. A boy and a girl, both very bright, both incredibly fun, the three of us would make up plays for their parents to watch when they returned. We wrote stories, we made up dance routines, we had adventures with their pets: their pups and their “hammies” (the hamsters). It was a wonderful job where I got the chance to remain imaginative, to enjoy being a writer, a director, a participant in our grand performances. They are grown now–accomplished, charming, beautiful people and we still reminisce about those days whenever we meet.
Normally frustrated by the glacial stoplights in town, today I indulge in this happy reverie and enjoy the breeze of the long-awaited spring day. I smile at my neighboring radio listeners, wondering where the song may have taken them, and I hope it was somewhere nearly as warm.