Stepping out of Darkness

Guy in the office two doors down walked into the hall and asked, “Why is it so dark?”

I considered a reply to mention the collective sadness over mudslides, lost airplanes, and exploding NYC buildings. Perhaps I should have backdated the darkness to Ferdinand’s decision to celebrate his wedding anniversary by touring through Sarajevo instead of buying flowers for his wife. My thoughts ran to picking the wrong basketball team, the fact that it is Tuesday and not Friday, and also, the disappointment of starting work without having had a proper cup of coffee.

But in the end all I could say was, “Because you are wearing sunglasses.”

The man removed his glasses, smiled, and faith was restored.

About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.
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1 Response to Stepping out of Darkness

  1. Jill Burnette says:

    love this.

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