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Three young black kids
are playing their instruments while I wait for the #5 train to pull in. The
saxophone player, eyes closed, fingers caressing the notes and playing from his
heart. It’s a beautiful scent to behold. God’s gifts in full bloom.
There’s nothing more majestic than watching someone at the height of their
powers. That’s the beauty of youth that age/time will one day conspire to rob
us all of that power. But for now we’re all powerful.
Young lady says to
me,”You look young for your age,”
I say, “thank
you.”
She says, “you
don’t have any laugh lines because you don’t smile,” her frankness makes
me smile and I’ve aged just a bit.