March in 2020 is not like March in 1990, or even 2000. The sky is poisoned with white particles and the sun scorches from depleted Ozone. Still, if I am alive I still have the chance to use consciousness diligently, being as fully aware as possible from moment to moment.
Today on my walk the air was almost 60 and after turning around at the zoo I walked along the boardwalk and then when I crossed into the underpass a female runner passed by in the cool shadows, and when I emerged I saw her leaning against a boulder and facing me. She spoke, and after I took a few steps I realized she was directing her words at me. I stopped in front of her, calmly gazing at her sun glasses. She told me she wanted to give me a compliment, I did not say anything but held her gaze and the thought passed through my mind in less than 1 second that she must have seen me walking many times through the park, and she was going to perhaps say that she admired my dedication to walking every day, but after the second passed she did not say that, but instead said "your head of hair is beautiful, it is the best I have seen, ever." I must have been a bit stunned because I just kept gazing at her because I could have been given a hundred guesses as to what she would have complimented me about, and none of the guesses would have had the word beautiful or hair mentioned. She may have repeated her compliment during the silence, I am not sure, but I eventually said thank you and asked how her run was going. We soon after parted ways but I have been wondering what her motivation was in deciding to give me such an unusual compliment. Being distinctly ugly, I don't expect to have any part of me described as beautiful, and maybe she knew this, and decided to do something memorable by telling an ugly person they have a beautiful quality. If this motive is true then I have no problem with it, even though the words themselves are untrue, the intent was to give a big dose of positive energy to me and I can feel the warm result from feeling such a good energy.
