The summer after graduating from college
I spent two months traipsing around Europe
. After five and a half weeks I found myself walking through London
â€™s Hyde Park
smoking a Vanille
sprinkled with the last of my Amsterdam treats
I had a bushy new beard, a backpack
filled with clementines
, and only a couple days left until I had to return home. I had spent the morning by the Italian fountain
contemplating into my journal
about not returning to The States
. I was feeling a little sorry for myself for having a non-refundable ticket
So, there I was walking through the park across that huge field where there are chairs set up as though they were facing an ocean
watching the clouds and hearing the birds
and taking in every person walking on the paths around me when I spy a man in a suit
probably only a few years older
than I walking briskly towards me down my path.
That we were on the same path
, or that he was walking brisk
ly, or in a suit
, or seemed as young as I was not unusual.
But when we came within a few feet of each other he turned his eyes from the ground up to mine and said, â€śYouâ€™re lucky.â€ť
My mind reeled as I realized he was right.