(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

Today a woman waved at me. A complete stranger. Or maybe not so complete. I have seen her walking mornings along Guinea Hollow Road in Mountainville.

Her wave made me feel a bit less hollow about being on my way to eight hours locked in my cube at the office. I thought, This is nearly the equivalent of recieving a thumbs-up from an unknown inmate on one’s way down the cellblock to solitary confinement.

Only I wasn’t wearing a bright orange jumpsuit, state issued. Not today.