The walk
Every day I see her white -haired head stick up above the geraniums as I pass with my dog. When he was a puppy he happened to break off a stately sunflower that grew in the discount opposite her and she opened the window and complained. She was sad. She had followed the path of sunflower.
I stored the sunflower in a jar and leaned it against a tuva and the little lady had to look at it for a while. It was the only thing I could do. Since then she is waving kindly to me, and i wink back, and instead of a boring meeting it has become something happy. Once I walked by with my thoughts elsewhere but then she got up to work up, knocked on the box and waved. Then we laughed. Although we would not recognize each other in the store, we always make each other smile, varje dag, with a waving. That is so little, Can you think.
I wander around with my dog, It gives me breathing breaks at work and I see so much, most things that make me amazed and happy, But the suburb also invites to it – built up with many walkways where people always meet. One sunny day I first meet a Swedish family with two small children, all four hand in hand with happy looks and we say hello just because we meet, And shortly thereafter I meet an Arab family with two small children who look just as happy and we greet each other with a friendly nick, And then I meet three Chinese women who go tight together and laugh, Then funny enough – Maybe it's just me who notice that so many cultures are represented on the footpath – a Latin family with two children who are equally cheerful they. So comes a talking old couple, the one with a walker, the other with their little dog and then a father with his teenage daughter in happy conversation. There is something with the ease around everyone, as if all just this day are satisfied, maybe it's the lukewarm wind, the birds' twists and the desert of the sheer greenery, the life itself.
Marvel at the simplicity of happiness I go on and am surprised by the fact that a man who comes with stroller loudly and unashamedly sings you slept little video for his child. So I come to the playground where children of all sizes play with their parents. Åh, The children, tänker jag, And oh the parents! I know pretty late in the evenings sitting teens in the swings, swinging high toward the sky, stretches the legs and leaning backwards so that the hair floats like curtains.
The walk continues and I change a few words with an elderly lady who suddenly exclaims that she has sorrow. She starts crying and tells about a tragedy in her family and I take her in her arms and hold her. Soon she tells a little to, I hold her hand and we're talking about the incomprehensible death and how strange it is that those who stay can live on, that there is an internal healing that is ongoing even though we do not believe that. Before we part, we present ourselves by first name, I hug her again, and so we wave; “Hello then Mary!"Hello then Christina!"And I turn around, She shouts “Thanks, This is what helps me to heal. " and I think thanks, For all these shards of life, This only life, This difficult dear life we all happen to have right now.
