Monday evening offered an idyllic spring night after last weekend's rain showers. Not long after most had returned home from work, the winds had died down, the sun shone brightly, and temperatures hovered in the 60s. Over 2 inches of rain on Saturday and Sunday had washed the town clean. A freshness and friendliness, [...]

Monday evening offered an idyllic spring night after last weekend's rain showers. Not long after most had returned home from work, the winds had died down, the sun shone brightly, and temperatures hovered in the 60s.
Over 2 inches of rain on Saturday and Sunday had washed the town clean. A freshness and friendliness, a sense of peacefulness, pervaded our small town.
It was the perfect opportunity for a walk, and my wife and I took advantage of the fine weather and walked to her yoga class on north main.
We enjoyed the time together, which doesn't happen often enough with her schedule and mine. It was simply nice to be walking side by side.
On my solo return journey, I walked toward two men who stood looking, hood up, at a car's engine.
'Hello,' I said as I approached.
'Hi,' one of the men responded, 'it's not good. Lost its oil pressure.'
'I hope it's not too expensive to repair,' I offered.
'Knowing my luck, it probably will be,' the man said, with a wry smile.
A little further down the street, a puppy ran out to greet me, with its owner, a woman hollering for her pet to come back, apologizing as she came out to retrieve him.
Those were just two commonplace, everyday occurrences in a small town. Similar encounters await anyone out walking on fine evening in town.
In any case, Monday night held out the hope of spring, and the town seemed to be mellowed out by the dry west wind, the bright sunshine, and a recent bath.