I’ve been finding comfort in the tiniest of things.
I was running around the track when I saw a woman staring at something. It was a hawk three feet from her sitting on a low branch. It looked female, small, but not enough to be a baby and was she stunning. Not beautiful, more like the Barbara Streisand of birds. I reached for my new phone to take her picture, but while fumbling, she took flight. “Isn’t nature wild?” I said to the woman, not meaning to be clever. She smiled and ran off.
Later on I was in Soho when I saw an old bakery looking right out of Palermo. It was wedged between all these chic boutiques as if it didn’t belong despite it being there first. I peered in the window stocked with loaves and rolls, flour dusting the panes.
A rotund, Italian woman waved from inside, beckoning me in.
“Signora…cafe?” I didn’t really want coffee in the middle of the day but said yes anyway.
She pointed to an old cafe table and chair in a far corner. The aroma of bread baking made me think of my Grandfather’s cellar smelling quite the same.
Pop, are you here?
After bringing me a cup and a chipped china saucer, she said, “Kookie?”
“Yes, please,” feeling like a little girl again in the company of her aunt.
The woman was so cute, like an animated cookie jar, but when I gave her my credit card she said, “No ca-edit….cosh oon-ly.”
“Let me run to the bank,” I said, leaving my two shopping bags on the chair as collateral.
“No, Signora, eeds okee,” the fat on her upper arm jiggling in protest.
I ignored her, running out before it hit me. Susannah, she wants to be kind to you. It was coffee and a cookie for heaven’s sake. So instead of the cash machine, I went to the Korean deli and bought her a bouquet of pink tea roses.
“Ah, bellissimo,” she said, hugging them to her chest. Later, when I looked inside my shopping bag, I found three more kookies.
On my way home, I watched a set of twins playing in a park, one hitting the other. I couldn’t help laughing since it had a Laurel and Hardy feel to it.
“It’s not funny,” said the mother, shaking her head.
“Sure it is,” I said, “they’re little.”
“I have a twin brother I used to hit just like that and hated him all through school.”
“How do you feel about him now?”
God is in small things, if you take the time to find them.