an exuberant energy vibrating through the edges of a young but dignified manner.
I put my rather odd mix of items—cat food, nutrient shakes and chocolate candy— on the conveyor.
They were my vital necessities and often the only groceries that I bought.
How strange things turn out sometimes, I thought.
We smiled at each other and agreed that it was nice that summer was here.
"This is my first summer on my own," she informed me.
She told me as she scanned my life-giving purchases
that she had come from a rural area where she had been queen, and now she was here.
It wouldn't have been difficult to guess that she was starting her first new life.
The story was complete on her loving, open face; the anticipation was subdued but palpable.
And so was the courage.
"Ah, change," I said, "that's very exciting."
"Yes," she replied, "change is what it's all about."
I stifled the urge to overshare my thoughts on the seemingly essential components of this reality
and what they meant or didn't mean. Instead I said--
"Friends. Friends are truly important."
"Oh, I have friends. I'm very lucky that way!" she declared.
I found myself hoping that there were some in that group that would prove to be true.
I was sure that there would be.
"Have a good one!" she exclaimed as I departed.
Did young people still say that?, I thought.
It seemed dated but from her it was charming.
"You too," I replied with some heartfelt accentuation, "have a good one."
She surely didn't realize that I wasn't making a casual comment to the momentary,
but making a wish for her.
A wish for the life that was spanning out in front of her,
calling out to her like the promised land.
May it be a good one.
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