Yesterday, I needed a break. So, I bundled up against the cold and went outside for a walk. As I picked my way around the ice patches on the sidewalk, I asked myself, “What should I write about on my blog this week?” Seconds later, my answer literally stepped in front of me.
A man in maybe his late-30s got out of his car holding a red tin. I tossed him a neighborly nod, and he tossed one back and started up his driveway. Then he turned around quite suddenly and said, “Want to see what I made?” as he pulled the lid off the red tin. I kept a safe distance, but I looked.
“See, this was a box of candy,” he explained. “I took the molds the candy was in and poured candle wax into them. Then I sunk the flowers into the top. And now all I have to do is pop out the candles and a I have a bunch of Christmas presents!”
“Those are beautiful. What a great idea. And they smell so good too,” I said.
“Thank you! Merry Christmas,” he said, and turned toward his house.
As I walked by, I could have thought to myself, “What was that all about?” or “What a weirdo.” I could have wondered if that was some awkward attempt at flirting or maybe mansplaining. But I didn’t. I thought, “Did you see the look in his eyes? Like a kid in a toy store. How cool.”
