Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Small Wonder of the World

Driving to class today I saw a rather rare sight. A part of the road I traveled had been very recently repaved, which is typical. The strange thing was a lone construction worker standing on the side of the street gazing down. How often does this happen? Usually workers come, they break, they cause traffic, they rebuild and they leave to collect their checks. But not this guy. He paved that road and he was there to inspect his creation. "I made this," his eyes said to me as i passed him. "Look at how black it is. Look at how flat it is. Doesn't that feel good when you ride over it or what?" It did. It felt real good. A painter inspects his own canvass at the gallery. A director sees the premiere to his film. So why shouldn't orange vested Bob come look at what his hands have done. As he placed his hand lightly on the warm, soft asphalt I pulled down my window and saluted this spectacle. This man. This construction worker. This artist. And I don't know if it was the blinding sun, or the dirt my car kicked up, but in my side view mirror I saw a tear trickle down this hero's check and drip onto his magnificent orange vest. And I don't know if it was the air conditioning in my face or the large yawn I gaped moments earlier but moisture aggrogated around my tear ducts as well.