Sunday, June 29—Santa Monica
Yesterday, on my meander towards the rose garden, which prior to the fire had been almost a daily ritual, I crossed paths with many familiar families and dogs. The roses were in wild bloom, the wind in the palms creating a background swish, and baby squirrels running amuck. As I headed back towards my car I approached an elderly man who was navigating slowly with his walker. He was trembling, but walking resolutely and when he saw me he looked straight and hard at me. He stopped just as we were about to pass each other, so I stopped as well and said ‘I’m just enjoying this beautiful day!” He moved one of his hands off the walker and motioned a solid thumbs up and his eyes sparkled into mine.
Another lovely moment on earth.