Today I shared a short elevator ride with a very elderly, but quite dapper, gentleman. He told me he was 92. We chatted about what a pleasant day it was. (We New Englanders are desparate for spring, and 40 degrees and sunny now counts as "nice out.") I mentioned it was very blustery with a chilly wind--quite appropriate for March. He looked up from his cane with eyes as young and clear as a man in his prime and said, "Ah but, the March winds make my heart a dancer. That's from Macbeth, you know."
I have no idea if it's from Macbeth or not, nor does it much matter. We shared a big smile, a lovely thought, and a chance encounter that brightened the day for both of us.
