A typical Thursday
I took my place at the table
across from my supervisor
blanketed our workspace
"Before we get started with our agenda, I have a favor to ask you."
"I received an invitation to a conference in a couple weeks and with my schedule, it simply isn't possible to attend. I would like it if you could go."
And somehow despite the gigantic question mark that
chaperoned the party called Details
like missing home, missing work, missing meetings
I knew -- I knew -- they would all fit together
"Where is the conference?"
Detail #1: I love San Diego. And that may be selling my feelings short.
Detail #2: I need the sun's warmth. Call it SAD; I'm running in the red.
Detail #3: I need to feel the beach's soothing sand as my toes dig and emerge; dig and emerge.
Detail #4: I covet the space to breath, learn, dream.
Detail #5: Palm trees. The midwesterner's bellwether indicator of change.
Strike that --- I knew they would fit into the timeliest blessing
"Yes. I'd be happy to go..."
The perfect gift.