THAT BRIEF MOMENT

I am struggling to find the right words… I don’t want to sound corny, but I was honestly touched by this lovely story. That gesture of cleaning the dirt off the name on the grave stone. “Jes… Jesse…” A gesture of random gentle kindness . Like to reach out and wipe the sweat and dirt off a tired, hard working man’s face… Just a brief moment when the two souls cross paths across the Universe , across the immesurable distance in time and space. Then , the moment is forever gone.

And the sounds of Mississippi Delta Blues in the background…