I was waiting at the library on a late Saturday afternoon. It was snowing outside (finally!), and people were coming in and out. Returning books, checking out books, shaking the wetness from their coats as they entered from the street. Each time the door would open, a chilly blast of air would announce the arrival or departure of a library patron. They were college students, families, young and old. As I stood there, an elderly man walked out of the main library. He had a beard and a yellow parka. There was a spring in his step as he strode through the library foyer. He stopped and looked at me.
“I couldn’t find the unicorns,” he said. “I’m going to go look in the lake.”
Then, without waiting for any response from me, he headed straight out the door into the rain and snow.
It was so random. I’m glad he didn’t want a response from me, because I had nothing.