Easter Morning

"They're not going to ripen are they," I said to my husband looking at the two hands of green bananas. 

"No, I looked it up, but people do eat them this way."

"I'd like to give them to someone who wants them." I heard my neighbor next door setting up a tent. I ran up the alley with the two hands of bananas. "Hello," I said trying not to startle him, "Would you like these?"

"I do not speak English."

I took a step closer, smiling. I held out my arms, offering the bananas. "These are for you!"

"Thank you very much," he said.

I ran back to my house and as soon as I stepped inside my eyes filled with tears. "That made me so happy, even though I'm crying. It's about kindness. The small gestures," I said to my husband who was reading the paper.

After breakfast we went for a walk down our street with Romeo. At one point we both looked up and saw a bloody furry animal skin hanging from a multifamily porch. I couldn't tell what creature had been skinned. Not a bear or a deer. Probably a raccoon or a beaver. It was a shock.

By the time we reached the corner the church bells were ringing and people were filing in. Some wore casual and some dressed up but all were wearing masks.