Traffic

You never know when you might be pressed into some new service being only passingly familiar … and with no experience or competence. A drive-up ministry … a cross street … a line of cars waiting … the regular traffic officer absent … it fell to me … a shaky start … a few miscues … then the recollection of a long-ago police officer directing traffic … balletic motions … pointing with open hand … motioning to the next car to advance … halting others with a palm … nothing more than a memory. That day, at the drive-up ministry, I hit my stride and I am grateful for it.