Free Souls

My post title sounds like some sort of demonic ad on Craigslist! "Free souls!  Moving to smaller apartment and don't have room. You must pick up.  Bring help...too heavy to lift alone!"  And, to be honest, my post doesn't really have anything to do with homes, running, recipes or baseball.  But I stumbled across this picture on Facebook this morning (it WAS posted on a motivational site for runners so that should count for something) and it made me smile.

I smiled, not just because the picture is at such odds with the imagery I've gotten while reading Bukowski, but because the words are so true.  As Todd and I were walking through the grocery store last night we were passed by a girl of about 9.  At first glance she reminded me a little of Jodie Foster from the Freaky Friday movie.  On a second glance she reminded me a LOT of Jodie Foster from the Freaky Friday movie.  She was slim, her blond hair cut in a bob, her nose freckled, she was wearing a faux leather jacket, black leggings torn at the knee, and tennis shoes.  She walked with such a casual confidence you couldn't help but notice her.  And if that image didn't make you smile, the fact that she was whistling a jaunty little tune certainly would.  I turned to Todd and saw a mirror image of the dopey grin I felt on my own face.  A free soul if ever there was one.

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