Willingness by Amma Susan
I spied the man as I rounded the bend on the river trail. “What are you looking for?” I asked. “Gold”, he answered. He was poking around the bushes with a stick, whistling, as if hunting for something he might have lost. “Gold!” the sprightly senior retorted again, smirking and with a belly laugh that hinted of Gaelic. He might have been a leprechaun but there was no sign of a rainbow arching overhead. I told him, “Good luck with that!” He laughed out loud again as we parted. Our encounter caused me to wonder… what was I searching for?