I stood in the hot summer heat for a full hour, ignored two cell phone rings and listening to her stories and laughing about her take on issues in our community. She seemed unfazed by the perspiration beading up on her shoulders as it ran down to be soaked into her pale blue tank top. I thought that if she wasn't fazed, I would ignore my t-shirt as it became soaked.
As I stood there, my mind briefly drifted as I realized that time was wasting. I made the decision to spend the time that I could have spent at three more yard sales, soaking up a treasure that no one can buy. The gift of honest conversation. The gift of a real exchange with a sincerely sweet human being who was lonely, who just needed this moment to feel, well, alive.
Having run out of time for shopping, I drove away without having bought a single item at the yard sale. I glanced over and on the passenger seat was just one purchase from a previous stop. A neat painting on handmade paper of two finches. I smiled at those two little birdies as the wind blowing through the open windows of my car helped cool my sweat soaked clothing. They were completely different breeds, but were sharing the same space for a fleeting moment in nature. Naturally, I decided to entitle the painting...Lesley and Inez.