The janitor mopped around our feet, humming a melody. As he moved around the room, the tune increased in intensity and seemed to fill the large and almost empty theatre of the lunchroom. I wanted to ask him what song was filling his mind but I thought that the question would make him self conscious and he would stop.
That did not stop the grocery store clerk as she scanned my items, though. I listened carefully while she hummed, trying to catch a word. When I heard "Lord", I boldly asked what song she was singing. She responded by widening her lips in a beautiful spiritual. Afterwards, she smiled as she continued to scan with the words more clearly meant for me. I packed my groceries in peaceful enjoyment.
"I am fourteen and sitting at the kitchen table with my Dad. With a mischievious smile, he hums along with me, teasing me of an unconscious habit. I am surprised by the silliness of our moment."
At work today, after the encounter with the janitor, I became conscious of the Jann Arden song that has been haunting me for the last few days but I don't think my co-workers could hear the soft sounds of me...