We’ve lived in this blue house for five years now. We’ve painted, and added tile. The inside morphed and changed to our liking.
Not until this summer, however, have we met those who live next door.
Covid forced us out of our quarters and into the streets. I now know the names of those living to the left and the right. The shy boys across the pavement yell, “Hi Dylan!” when we work on projects in the driveway.
I’ve shared banana bread and half-loaves of sourdough and found chocolate cookies tucked under our front mat.
Perhaps community is possible with the once-strangers who dwell closer than most.
This week we installed my favorite summer project thus far. Our free little library is open for business.
We’ve had teenagers ring our doorbell asking if they can put books in the box. The same shy boys told me they need to pick out a few of their favorites to contribute. Another single guy asked if he can bring the books his ex used to read.
“They’re books for females” he said. “I have hundreds.”
I told him to maybe pick just a few.
Upon returning from our evening walk, I peeked in the glass window to see what new additions emerged.
I found this and laughed out loud.
We may be standing across streets and waving six-feet apart. But the virus is keeping us home, and we’re playing in the streets, and we’re sharing baked goods, and building micro-connections to carry us forward.
And that is a beautiful thing.
If you believe in the pursuit of beautiful things, have ever come back from a set back in life, or hold firmly to the belief that we can all be kind to one another, invest in this on-going project.
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