I spotted you as I pulled up next to the school today. Dark-haired boy, wearing blue jeans and a blue shirt. You sat cross-legged on the lawn, strumming a red ukelele. I rolled down the passenger window so I could hear you. It sounded good, a serendipitous slice of live music in my afternoon.
Katie climbed into the back seat and I pointed you out to her. “Oh yeah,” she said, “the ukelele dude.”
“Your school has a unicycle dude and a ukelele dude?”
“How come I haven’t seen him before?”
“Oh,” Katie said. “Usually he walks home playing his ukelele. He must be getting a ride today.”
All matter-of-factly. As if a red-ukelele-playing elementary student on the school lawn is something to be expected.
To me, though, you were unexpected and altogether wonderful. Play on.