My town, like most, has its token crazy person who everyone is scared to encounter. Ours is a middle aged homeless man, long grey/black hair, worn out camo clothing. He is known for sitting down in the middle of any sidewalk to play his busted up acoustic guitar, where he screams vularities at anyone who tries to pass and threatens violence on anyone who dares stop and listen to him play.

I pulled up at a red light today. He was standing at the crosswalk, angrily screaming and gesturing at the vehicle in front of me. As traffic started moving, he looked over at me. We made eye contact. I didn't look away. He gave me a sort of half wave. So I smiled. He nodded. I drove off.

I've spent a lot of my life feeling like I don't know where I'm supposed to be, or what I should be doing.... but every now & then, for a moment, I know right where I'm supposed to be & what I should be doing. And it's so simple.