THE MOST CHARMING MOMENT IN A LONG TIME

THE MOST CHARMING MOMENT IN A LONG TIME

THE MOST CHARMING MOMENT IN A LONG TIME

NYC was beautiful today and ordinary.

I talked to several girlfriends, caught up on the whereabouts of that adored child of mine; delighted in hearing about an upcoming walkabout a couple of friends are planning; worked on a proposal for 5 hours --  a really ordinary day. Until about 5 pm.

My phone alarm signaled to leave for yoga and since I was in the middle of a project, I thought for a split moment I would just skip today. My remember-that-cute-form-fitting-dress voice won and I packed up and headed out. I am so very grateful I did.

I navigated well, taking the Express M directly to 14th from the 4th Street station (BOOM! I got this). Rounding the corner to walk the short distance to the McBurney Y, I was slowed down by a beautiful little one. I didn’t mind as I knew which instructor was awaiting me in the land of namaste-and-for-the-love-of-everything-holy-please-don’t-make-me-do-that-position - so slow was good.

I have absolutely no idea her name because I became so charmed and enamored with the slow little one that I simply forgot to ask… but we’ll call her Dorothy. She was strikingly pretty with horned rimmed round glasses, a polished wood cane with brass that I swear was topped by a lapis knob. She had crisp white pants and crisp white pressed shirt. And she smelled really good. Though I also have no idea her age, one can safely assume that if birthday candles are sold in packs of 20, five boxes should do this year.

She was juggling a handbag, her cane and a small bag when I asked her if I could, in any way, help her. She didn’t seem surprised, just looked up and asked where I was heading. I told her, The Y. Apparently, that made me SAFE ZONE material because that’s where she was headed as well. She handed me the bag, looked me in the eyes and without even a segue statement, proceeded to sing me two verses from Somewhere Over the Rainbow as we walked up 14th Street all the way inside. She sang without restraint -- with an obviously classically trained voice. She cared not who looked at her. She just sang. Beautifully. It felt a bit like having my own little roving street concert.

 

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh oh

I got her settled on the couch, she kissed both my cheeks, thanked me, asked me for the name of my nail polish (Lincoln Park After Dark) and we parted ways. I walked away thinking about the fact that I almost missed this moment.

I could barely concentrate in yoga because I smiled the entire time. About Dorothy. She was gone when I got out of class but I have approximately #1,237 questions for her. I will find her again. But when I do, I pray she never offers her name because she will always, forever and from this point henceforth be my Dorothy. Even if her shoes were navy blue.

 

 

Photo taken on "Anystreet" NYC from the window of a dime store gift shop. Applied filter through Artify app.