Friday, October 1, 2021

Believe Your Eyes

October wastes no time bringing cooler nights, and there's the slightest chill in the air as I stand on the curb tying up bags of recycling. 

The woman stops in front of my door a few feet away and we make eye contact for the briefest of moments before I look away, not wanting to frighten her. 

I continue with my chore while still watching her out of the corner of my eye, and she examines the door closely until she finally gets up the courage to say, "Is this 106?"

"No, it's 108," I reply, which seems to satisfy the evidence of her senses (it is, after all, written on the door in large gold numbers), and she moves one door down on her quest, while I finish up taking out the trash.

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