I looked up from my computer as I perched against my tall office chair. As the sun dipped into the trees, I smiled as the delivery man approached.
He opened the door, and interrupted a conversation with co-workers with a cheer.
“You’re all still here!” he said. “Happy post-COVID, or wherever we are.”
We laughed together and I said, “I’m so glad you’re still our guy.”
It was a brief interaction – three minutes or less. With the opening of an office door, and a delivery of a package, I was overwhelmed by the sense of community that has been missing in remote offices and isolating fear-spirals.
Yes, we were all wearing masks and trying to stand further apart than we would have before, but with a simple delivery, I was reminded of just how much we need each other.
The arrival of a delayed package, the missing remote for the speakers, the hum of a coffee machine left on overnight, spider webs collecting in places gone untouched for months. Ordinary, beautiful things, often seen as annoyances, that blur into the background of a normal life.
But things haven’t been normal.
Today, I saw my friend Jesse, our UPS man. You’re all still here.
What a beautiful thing.