A Snapshot of Everywhere

Scene: A pair of bare athletic legs and shoe-less feet, revealed from mid-thigh below a privacy partition screening the back work area of a rural post office from its front-facing public space, legs dancing – and dancing well! – without the least inhibition, to Johnny Cash’s I’ve Been Everywhere playing on the small space’s single public-address speaker, volume cranked to a raucous 11.

I’ve been everywhere, man.

I’ve been everywhere, man.

Crossed the desert’s bare, man.

I’ve breathed the mountain air, man.

Of travel I’ve a-had my share, man.

I’ve been everywhere.

And, humility abandoned, I thought, “No Johnny, I’ve been everywhere, and I’m just getting started!”

I had stepped into the tiny post office to mail a card, but within two verses of the song realized, some scenes are too perfect to interrupt, and some connections do not require face-to-face introductions to have life-enhancing impact.

I stepped back out of the office as quietly as I could – postcard still in hand, Johnny still singing – retrieved my phone from the bike, and thumbed this note.

Lest I forget.

(No image with this one, except that created by your mind’s eye. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, still.)

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