Look, Up in the Sky

The beauty and wisdom of a hat.

“Not a cloud in the sky” was how Thurman described the weather to his wife as he walked out the door.

It was true. Still, the thermometer was right at 100 degrees at 6pm when Thurm went to the store to pick up a few things. Since it was only a few things and the store was two blocks away, he figured he’d better walk the distance lest he be considered fantastically lazy, not that anyone would even know or find out…or care if they did. Thurm would know.

Even two blocks away was a block too long in that heat. The birds seemed to be enjoying an outing on the telephone and electric cables high above the traffic, all lined up and basking in the sun they were, in intriguing sight to behold

Just as Thurman crossed over into the parking lot of the store, he felt a drop on his head. He rubbed his nearly bald head and initially thought the wetness was sweat from his short and hot walk. He knew what that felt like since he power walked an hour daily.

When he looked at his hand, though, it was creamy white with specks of black and brown in it.

“No, not possible,” he said looking up towards the birds on the wires. “The only day I don’t wear a hat…”

Then he saw it.

That one bird.

Only one of those two dozen birds had what he considered a satisfied smirk on his face.

There’s always one in the bunch.