
His jaunty yellow shirt hardly seemed to fit with his bright red face as he leaned out the window of his van, screaming phrases at the ATM that ended with the word fuck. He grabbed his card and receipt and turned to the woman in the passenger seat. I could barely make out her dark hair through the dusty back window as he berated her, but I could see her well enough to see her head drop into her hand against the window in a posture I know all too well. He continues his pantomime of anger. She turns to him with gestures that would do Meryl Streep in an Italian melodrama proud. I wait behind them, eager to be on about my errands, but deciding not to honk as I'm afraid to be the one to send him over the edge. I know far too well about that kind of thing. He finally peeled out of the parking lot, and I said a prayer for them, that all would be well and that they would find peace.
I drove out to Mom's landlord's house to drop off the rent check, and was greeted with two playful yearling deer at the side of her yard. I stopped, and they stopped and stared at me for the longest time. I couldn't help but smile at their antics. I eased off the brake, and one of them bounded across the gravel road, wagging his pretty white tail at me. His playmate soon followed, and I said a prayer for them, that all would be well, and that they would find peace.
I am constantly awestruck by the ugliness and the beauty of this world.