Warm. chilly. hot. Another one of those in-between days when a puffy winter overcoat is needed one moment and excessive the next as the sun reappears.
A neighbor stopped by during waving.
She: So, what are you doing here? Me: Looking to share a bit of joy.
She: (with emphasis) And…?
I told her I was the pastor at the church up the way. She knows it and several church folks. I shared more about how the the time on the corner has unfolded.
She expressed concerns about my safety by traffic. I pointed to my little place on the corner, elevated on the mound. And I felt a swell of gratitude that she would care enough about me to want to make sure that I am okay.
And I give thanks for continuing to meet neighbors as they look out for our community. For days that are a mix of chill and warmth. Reminders of caution and care in the midst of standing in place.
Balloonpastor 