Hey, it’s March 1st, the start of Ruth and Stacey’s third annual Slice of Life Story Challenge! I haven’t posted an official SOL in a long time, and I’ve missed the connection with the slicing gang, so I’m signed up to join the fun this month. You can join, too. Post about your day, add your link to the day’s SOLSC comment section over on Two Writing Teachers, and you’re in! What could be simpler (says the woman who hasn’t managed to post consistently since … I don’t know … last summer sometime)? So, to get the month started:
Last night as I stood on a Flatbush Avenue corner waiting for the bus, I was a little cranky. Three days out from last week’s big snow and no one had shoveled that sidewalk. There was a slippery, packed-down path to walk on and a dangerous-looking mini-mountain of iced snow to walk over to actually reach the bus.
Don’t misunderstand — I love snow. I even love winter, as much as I don’t love being cold. But with my bad knee, one fall could put me back on my cane for weeks, and that’s something I definitely don’t love.
As I was trying to figure out how I’d get over the snow mound without injury, I turned and saw the moon. It’s beautiful tonight, but last night it was spectacular: huge and golden and fullest-full. A perfect Moonstruck moon. It cheered me up immediately.
And then the bus came, and one of the men who’d been waiting at the stop helped me over the snow and into the bus — an excellent reminder that I do usually have positive interactions with strangers.
If, by some sad, sad chance, you don’t know where my title comes from … go listen. Now!