The one thing we have in common.
July 21, 2012 § 4 Comments
He was out for his.
“Nice and cool this morning,” I said, slowing just a little.
“Be some rain after a while,” he said, slowing too.
“That’ll help keep things cool,” I said as we passed each other.
I could have said, “Your dog’s been getting out a lot again lately. I know he’s not a biter, but he’s kind of scary.” I could have said, “Where do you get all that trash you heap up in your front yard?”
But the purpose of an early morning encounter is peaceful agreement, the exchange of a quiet benediction.
Our acknowledgement of each other may be as brief as a nod. But if conversation is traded it will always involve the weather.
Beyond our control but omnipresent, it is the one thing we share, the one thing we can agree on. If the weather is beneficent we congratulate each other. If the weather is bad we bemoan our victimhood.
“Man it’s hot out here!”
“Hottest summer I can remember.”
Nothing will be said about the fact that one of the walkers has just lost his job or that the other is worried about her sick father. Both feel reassured. We’re in this together, two human being suffering a hot summer.
Moo sniffed a mailbox post intently.
“Over there, Moo, look!”
Moo sniffed the other side of the post.
I was tempted to knock on the nearest door. The double rainbow belonged to all of us—our shared weather was putting on a spectacular show.
I had barely looked around to see whose house I was near when the ends of the rainbows faded, and then the brilliant colors became grainy and transparent and the rainbows dissolved.
I mentioned the double rainbow to my friend Kary as we walked our dogs in the evening. She said someone had posted the fact they’d seen a double rainbow on Facebook. The double rainbow was mentioned in the Democrat’s “Zing” column, a place that usually features snarky comments. Guess I wasn’t the only one who wanted to yell, “Look at that!”
Weather brings us together. I’ve lived aboard a boat when the hurricane warning flags were flying. Faced with weather’s disastrous potential everyone’s boat became common property and keeping everyone afloat a joint concern.
When weather is beautiful we brag about it. Listening to us talk you’d think we had done something worth taking credit for.
And maybe we have. We’ve forgotten, for the moment, our petty differences and found something that brings us together to celebrate or commiserate.
Rain or shine, hot or cold it’s our weather.
We’ll talk about your lose dog some other time.