trade knees?

there is the time when you feel your heart is open and you feel expanded and easy as you walk from this to that appointment.

not with the habitual stress you sometimes get to carrying around. not with the mind full of tomorrow, three years ago, what if, and oh no's.. and you have a bounce in your step, and you feel you want to share this small kind of love with whoever you might bump into on your way.

this day.

and as i walked like that through a grassy square on my way somewhere, i was coming toward this man, who stopped, and so did i. and then he said in italian, "would you like to trade knees with me?" and there we stood, face to face, and i replied, "yes, well, which one? i would recommend my left, it's a bit stronger." and we mimed trying it out/showing its stability, and he agreed to the exchange.

he walked on after we chuckled, giving his/my new knee a test drive.

when i grow up, and as i grow up, i want to continue practicing being just like him. a true child within an only apparently grown-up body.