The Doctor finding beauty in the big, the small, and the really, really dangerous.
Today I ordered taco salad, right, at this little mexican place out in the country. And our waitress was maybe 15, 16, this was her first job, she was still a pretty awful waitress but heart in the right place, charming. Dog tags at her neck, I wondered, mother, brother, father, boyfriend? And it, we’re talking about taco salad, right, arrived in three little tiny taco bowls in three tiny white ceramic dishes and each one was a tiny salad,with lettuce and sour cream and salsa on top. And it was just so unexpected, so delightful, that I couldn’t stop laughing in glee. I am afraid I hurt our waitress’s feelings but they were just the most charming, unexpected thing. I had spent the day in graveyards, literal and soon to become them, death breathing down my neck, death long removed and treasured, death soon to be, and dreaded. But the tacos, here was these little bejeweled treasures. They were also delicious. But um. I get the doctor. Yeah. Because taco salad is a beauty, too.
You are all beautiful.
Especially all of you who are tacos.