What Are You Looking For

What are you looking for? he asked me. He was sweet. Concerned. Wearing a red apron, amused when he caught me staring at him. I am looking for life, I said, And I saw it a minute ago, in your smile. Aw!Another red-aproned person said from the next aisle. She ran over, and took a peek at me. "Why thank you!" the young man said. He had no idea I am crying inside. My smile really hides that. I was loud and proud for fifteen minutes after this, announcing to the checkers, the man who mixed my paint, the red apron who helped me find the windmills for my garden. "I'm having a great day! A wonderful Day!" I had never gifted myself a ME day before. It was always a them day, or a they day, or a she day, or a wee day. I went home and crashed, running into the wall at last.