792. A strange thing happened tonight...

... as I was walking home from a party.

I stumbled upon my Prince. He hopped along in front of me, and then like a madman, continued to cross the street without looking! I followed and tried to catch him even as passerby and an approaching car were surely wondering what I was up to.

I finally caught him, and since my prince wasn't quite yet, I gave him a kiss on the forehead.


And then... nothing. I looked up from my kiss and an older Italian man eyed me suspicously. "È bellissimo!" I tried to justify. "Certo!" he replied, but not very convincingly.* (See, Scot, I do in fact scare the locals!)

I transported my prince in my clasped hands. There's an open field behind my house, a prince deserves better than hopping around in a busy street!

After I released him, I ascended the stairs that lead up to my street. My apartment building has a door that opens to a landing mid-way up the stairs. I noted that an ambulance was parked below with an empty gurney on the sidewalk. As I passed the open door I looked inside, as it was the first time I've ever seen it open. It was very well furnished; a far lovelier foyer than mine.

As I continued my ascent, I heard men talking behind me. I turned around. Three EMT were carrying the body of an elderly man in a half-0pened body bag. It seemed that no other people were present--no wife, no adult child, no neighbor, no caregiver. I alone was his witness. Perhaps I should have turned around, descended the 6 steps, and kissed his forehead. He had died alone while I was chasing a careless frog.

I saved a life tonight, and in so doing I witnessed the transportation of a once living man's body from his home to an ambulance. (If I'd gone straight to my apartment through the main entrance, I wouldn't have had need to use the stairs, nor would I've seen the ambulance nor the man.)

If there is a connection, only my soul understands. I feel a calmness, as if I witnessed and participated in a dance with divinity tonight; however, my brain is wheeling for more concrete and certain connections and simple meaning.

The answer: My life is weird! What I really want most is a home: a family to call my own, children, and normalcy! And what do I have? A life in Siena where I'm kissing the heads of toads and witnessing dead men being taken away from their home.

*sigh*

At least the weather is beautiful now.

Tomorrow: more about tonight. Stay tuned.

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* È bellissimo = He's wonderful!
Certo = Of course!