On my way out of the shop, I noticed a neatly wrapped up bunch of sunflowers. The flowers were probably wrapped up yesterday and needed some TLC. I asked the lady if she wanted to give them to me and she said yes. So, I took the flowers and continued walking down Crown St.
A few metres down the road, a middle-aged Aboriginal lady asked me for some change.
"Please fella, do you have some change?"
"I'm sorry," I didn't even say the words, just mouthed them as I walked past her. Then I stopped, turned around and walked back to her.
"Hi, I can't give you change, but would you like some flowers?"
"Flowers?" She repeated, looking quite amused.
I showed her the big bunch of sunflowers.
"Oh, that would be lovely!"
So, I gave her the sunflowers as her mouth broke into a massive toothless grin.
"Thank you, may God bless you and have a Merry Christmas." She then extended her hand and gripped mine.
"You too, be blessed," I said as it suddenly struck me that it's two weeks to Christmas.
The beauty of human contact. Touch. She made my day.
Like a bruised reed growing stronger from its root
I am slowly unfurling, standing tall again
Watching the dirt wash off me
And embracing the beauty of life