It was nighttime, raining softly. Clear and reflective, the black parking lot bore my weight as I treaded lightly over saucer sized puddles. I saw a dollar folded peculiarly and bent to pick it up. I found several more. They were folded different ways in a precise and neat fashion. I pocketed them in the left of my jacket.
I was handed a friend's baby. We had all gathered late and he was eager to be held. His parents were visibly tired, ready to end the night, to sink into their beds like coffins. Several adults continued their warm conversation through the parking lot between the buildings. It was a short walk and in that time, the baby boy huddled into my chest, searching for comfort. I patted his back and smiled. I hummed gently and he fell asleep, soothed by my gentle hand rubbing between shoulder blades. I smiled and kissed his sweet head, his soft hair tickling my nose. I breathed in his smell, a mix of new, fresh life and his mother's scent still lingering from his last meal. Perfect and original, I held him and felt so full. Snug and cozy, he slept until we reached the next building. Arms extended from his father, impatiently ready to get over with bedtime. I hesitated, only for a split second. It ran through my mind to tell him, I can settle him in. I could help you, if only you understood you are rushing. You are going to disturb his peace because you are not at rest. My energy was at the baby's level. Mellow and toasty. My hesitation wasn't felt at all. He reached out and grabbed his son from the maternal nest we had made on my chest. The tiny child was unsettled. He looked up at his dad and was soothed for only a moment before he realized it was cold and restless on that chest. He began to get cranky, I smiled and sent my love before allowing the glass door to shut to a full close. The baby began to move his body and cry, but I did not hear him. I only saw the anguish in his back body as his skin turned pink in discomfort.
Through the parking lot, I let my breath come in easy and leave fully. I was breathing in ether and breathing out what I didn't need. I found another dollar. Folded to look like a Hawaiian style shirt. I peered from the bumper of my car and I saw a pathway of Origami bills. I picked them up and placed them in a neat pile in my hand. They were wet from the rain but still whole. I reached the point I had picked up from before and found a gap in the path. I continued the path until I could no longer see the bills on the dark ground, in strange arches. I reached into my pocket and although I had collected at least twenty bills, I found only three. I understood and nodded my head.
I will pick up my path at a later time. I have paid back what was owed. I have credit towards my path for when I get there. This is a beautiful place to be.
I was handed a friend's baby. We had all gathered late and he was eager to be held. His parents were visibly tired, ready to end the night, to sink into their beds like coffins. Several adults continued their warm conversation through the parking lot between the buildings. It was a short walk and in that time, the baby boy huddled into my chest, searching for comfort. I patted his back and smiled. I hummed gently and he fell asleep, soothed by my gentle hand rubbing between shoulder blades. I smiled and kissed his sweet head, his soft hair tickling my nose. I breathed in his smell, a mix of new, fresh life and his mother's scent still lingering from his last meal. Perfect and original, I held him and felt so full. Snug and cozy, he slept until we reached the next building. Arms extended from his father, impatiently ready to get over with bedtime. I hesitated, only for a split second. It ran through my mind to tell him, I can settle him in. I could help you, if only you understood you are rushing. You are going to disturb his peace because you are not at rest. My energy was at the baby's level. Mellow and toasty. My hesitation wasn't felt at all. He reached out and grabbed his son from the maternal nest we had made on my chest. The tiny child was unsettled. He looked up at his dad and was soothed for only a moment before he realized it was cold and restless on that chest. He began to get cranky, I smiled and sent my love before allowing the glass door to shut to a full close. The baby began to move his body and cry, but I did not hear him. I only saw the anguish in his back body as his skin turned pink in discomfort.
Through the parking lot, I let my breath come in easy and leave fully. I was breathing in ether and breathing out what I didn't need. I found another dollar. Folded to look like a Hawaiian style shirt. I peered from the bumper of my car and I saw a pathway of Origami bills. I picked them up and placed them in a neat pile in my hand. They were wet from the rain but still whole. I reached the point I had picked up from before and found a gap in the path. I continued the path until I could no longer see the bills on the dark ground, in strange arches. I reached into my pocket and although I had collected at least twenty bills, I found only three. I understood and nodded my head.
I will pick up my path at a later time. I have paid back what was owed. I have credit towards my path for when I get there. This is a beautiful place to be.
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