Etched in the sand was a journal of two people who passed by each other …
. Did they exchange a greeting . . . a smile . . . or just pass by in silence?
. Were their souls content, immersed in the beauty surrounding them . . . or quietly struggling with some issue?
. How many people did I passed by today who perhaps a greeting of smile may have somehow encouraged a smidgen?
Not that we should all strive to be over-the-top extroverts, but have you ever had a ‘tinge’ of . . . I Shouda’, Woulda’ Coulda’ . . . said something to that person, or at least tossed a smile their way to perhaps inspire their day a tad? . . . I have, but that moment has now been washed away by life’s waves.
So today I vow to be more sensitive to those making footprints in the sand strolling the beach with me, should I sense that ‘tinge’ to share a greeting or smile with.
The risk is facing an annoyed, “What’s up with you Dude?” glance . . . but at least my ‘tinge’ will have been satisfied 😊
Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!