The Strolling Fingers

Once again, my eyes look at the clock – 9:15pm it says …9:16pm

I have been here for a short while – nibbling snacky foods in the car as I watch the sun set on Lake Minnetonka and watch the people stroll on by with little purpose, but to stroll and take in the night air. Tonight was a date night for john and me, but again, the Twins won the draw. So, it is simply me and the sunset. Calling upon friends just didn’t fit. It was a night for John and I (first night alone without Sidney) or no night at all.

So, the strollers and I spend an evening together

“Can’t I just sit in the car?”Says a preteen.

The bright yellow plaid shorts shout…I mean, the graying old man shouts, “Will ya look at that boat!”

The air is still, hands are being held and the sun kisses it’s good night. Lots and lots of ice cream cones

“…one word they use way too much over there is Gratzi ,gratzi, gratzi”

“…and I was laughing my butt off…that skirt is way too long!”

In innocence the family of three passes by; I turn my music down and listen in. “We don’t want you to date until you are 17, Michelle.”

This posting is made of nothing but spontaneous observations and as I look about and see , two young adult girls try hard to look graceful walking along in heels – and yet, they walk with great intent on keeping their balance. I somehow parallel my life to their walk

My strolling fingers matching the steps of anonymity.

The clock knows I am tied to it and this moment of independence is laughable at best.
Thanks for listening