A Sort of Finish Line
This evening as I rode up the hill after work, I stopped at the last quiet intersection, as always. Only this evening, there was one extra hour of Daylight Savings in the sky. (I like to think of it as on deposit. Each day the sky earns about one more minute.) As if the Savings in the Sky weren’t enough, this evening there was one sweet Emily Klein waving at me across the intersection. She was wide-eyed and running towards me from behind the front tree-swing. And she had one important question to ask.
“Jenelle! Did you make any new friends today?”
“No, no, not today. But that is a really great question, you know.”
Emily didn’t know it, but her seven-year old hugs felt like a celebratory finish line at the end of my day’s bike commute. I pretty much felt like I won.