I live downtown and walk around that downtown with my dog. There are many brick buildings. Many odd buildings, too. Some being turned into brewery’s, winery’s and other such hipness. Others remaining what they are.
One of the weirder ones has an awning a bit like the roof of a gas station that the pumps sit under, but much higher and larger. Under the awning sit all the trucks that transport the local newspaper to the houses, donut shops and other assorted businesses of the town.
I got to thinking about that transport on one of my recent walks. Each of these trucks lugging thousands of newspapers each to tens of thousands of locations to be held in hundreds of thousands of hands. Each of those hands reading and browsing and snarking and laughing and crying at sports and politics and obituaries and advertisements. This nondescript building shoots out stories to all these different places. Is this not a miracle?! Think of all the hands holding and learning from the goods the trucks sitting under this awning transport. This dated and wacky and puzzling awning.
Even the most nondescript of spaces, faces, places can be the conduit to stories being held in thousands of fingers and hands and, ultimately, minds. The world truly is exploding with fascination.