All that Glimmers...

I arose with the sun glimmering off the dew that covered the world. The day began with coffee and a newspaper, then a pleasant stroll into Saint Joseph and Silver Beach on the shore of Lake Michigan.
Though I rose with the rooster crows, many stopped to talk. A woman in her nineties shuffled thru tall grass from her home. She tended her two acres alone and walked the church grounds three times a week. When I asked if I could take a photograph of her she proudly pulled back her hood and said she was an example that you can make it. A younger woman came, she wore an insulin pump. She proudly displayed it when I asked for a photograph. An example that you can make it.
I met the Glimmer family. They did!
I met a lawn mower. He reminded me I had grass to tend when I returned.
I met some boys with big toys. We played in the shade for a moment.
St.Joseph is everything someone would want from a beach town destination. Art, entertainment, boardwalk, carousel, lovely beachfront.
We walked down the hill from downtown to Silver Beach. As beautiful as any sandy beach I have seen by the ocean. I sat at a park bench under a shade tree, breathed in the air and took in the picturesque view.
A woman walked by and asked, "What's you're 'schtick?" I picked up the stick and leash attached to the canvas World and replied,"It's willow."
She said,"Good answer."
Satisfied, she walked on.
I wasn't there long when a girl and her mother arrived. As luck would have it, they lived in the gated condominium high-rise on the beachfront. Therein we stored the World safely away while they gave us a ride back to the water tower in Scottdale. I followed them (with Nice riding with the women) back to the beach where we talked for awhile before loading the World into the van and said our goodbyes.
I stopped on the shaded parkway overlooking the beach and contemplated the journey from Kentucky to the shore of Lake Michigan. After awhile I felt it was time to go. The familiar emptiness of an end to a task. I arose to get in the van and drive away when the glint of light off a brass plate attached to the bench there read, "Tooteloo. It's not goodbye, it's just Tooteloo!"
Apropos.
I took some time to return to Louisville. I stopped to appreciate some people (not all) and things I had rushed by (at one mile per hour) on the way to St.Joseph. A flower bed, a bubbly cashier from India named Kanchan (which means Gold), a shady spot in Riley Park in Delphi. I even helped someone cut tall grass before going home to find the Pink Naked Ladies in bloom and the baby oak tree had sprouted new leaves.
After awhile I will return to the road. Hopefully soon.
For everyday I can be out amongst 'em is a day that makes my heart glimmer.