Candi runs into Martins Starbucks for her caramel maciotto. I wait outside, leaning against my red Ford Ranger, taking in this beautiful sunny fall day. It's been busy, but that all melts away in these moments alone.
A maple tree in front of me clings stubbornly to it's red glowing leaves as a slight breeze turns them into dancers. One leaf escapes and floats slowly downward.
Red lights flash, and a train whistle blows, warning hurried drivers to stop. Just slow down and stop. And wait.
Now the sound of the whistle fades, leaving behind the click clacking of the long train as it passes over Hilltop road. It lulls me into a drowsy, peaceful place.
The only other sound is of birds, who find their sanctuary within the huge red letters that spell M a r t i n s. And just to the right of those red letters is a door, from which my smiling wife now exits with her caramel machiotto in hand.
Thanks, Lord, for a peaceful moment to pause, and pray, and catch my breath.
Posted on
Thu, November 5, 2009
by Chris Spitters