It had been two weeks since I noticed the lone peanut sitting on the 4th step in the stairway at work. Nestled closely to the fold of the step, safely guarded from footprints and vacuums, it laid in wait. The first 10 days or so, the half was in tack, but one day, a small piece broke away, gaining its independence. Did they know they were separated? Did they miss one another or did they have a new found respect for each other? Each day afterwards, the two slowly distanced themselves from each. Amazingly, no one had crushed either piece. How long will they survive this existence?
As I approached the stairs, today, I was saddened not to see the "main" lone peanut. Had someone finally pick it up? Was it sucked into the nozzle of some vacuum and now circulating in an oblivion of dust, lint and gunk? There was no trace that it had succumb to any harm. Will the peanut be happier in its new home and did it miss the other peanuts from which it was separated from as well as its "li'l buddy"? Importantly, what will happen to the smaller of the two, that continues to lay on the step, boldy and bravely? A moment of silence....
Questions that we will never have answers. Tomorrow if the "li'l buddy" is there I will give it a new home. One day of separation in its current location is enough for it (or me) to bare.
I will miss the peanut; the joy it gave me each day being a part of its world.
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