Note: Just a little oneshot, or maybe even a drabble, to get you through the week. Inspired by the song average ordinary everyday miracle of what ever it is called.
"It's just another ordinary miracle today."
Winter in New York was a dismal affair. It was cold, windy, slushy, bitter, and painful. Everything was dead, and you had to find beauty in the oddest things. On Tuesday evening, sometime after the first big snow, the only thing Joe Hardy could think of were the cons of winter, stated above. You see, fifteen year old Joe Hardy had been ditched by his brother, after a heated argument over something, that, now, Joe couldn't even recall. Joe knew Frank, he would drive away in anger, but, in ten minutes or less, feel remorse, and come back from him. Joe decided to further make his brother feel guilty, and start walking home before he came back. He hoped he got sick, that would just be the cherry on top.
Joe wrapped his arms around his chest, and breathed out deeply just so he could see his breath in the winter air. It was then he noticed a thing, no person, several meters away from him, sitting on the freezing sidewalk.
What the?
Joe then speed up a bit, wondering what this person was doing, it was then that he recognized the black pea coat and gray and white wool hat of the person.
It was Iola.
What was Iola doing, at 3:10, on Tuesday, in the freezing cold, sitting on the sidewalk.
"What are you doing?" Said Joe, once he was standing along side Iola. Iola then looked up at him, and, Joe couldn't help but think how cute she looked with her wool hat, messy black curls, and ruby red cheeks.
"Look." She said simply, as she brought her hands to her sides, uncovering something. At the sight of the object, Joe's jaw dropped.
"A flower?" He said, shocked that something could grow in this deep freeze, and that Iola was this fascinated by it. Iola then nodded.
"Yes. I was on my way home from the library, when I noticed it. Just here, in this sidewalk crack. A flower. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Remarkable. A flower, in the pain and suffering of winter." She said, her teeth not chattering despite the cold. Iola then took a deep breath, and decided to try and explain something to Joe.
"I think it's a miracle. It shouldn't be possible for a flower to grow in the middle of spring, but, yet, here it is. They say, the little things mean the most. And I agree. If you look hard enough, you can find beauty in anything and anywhere. In the littlest things. In the biggest. Sometimes, I think, we forget how much power a touch, a smile, a little object, or, in this case, a flower, can effect a life. How it can turn it around. Miracles like this, ordinary miracles, can save lives. Like a light at the end of a tunnel, or, in this case, a beautiful flower in dead winter. You know what I mean?" She finished with a deep exhale of breath, and, to her surprise, Joe's reaction was a nod.
"I do. The little things sometimes have the greatest impact on our lives." He said, almost surprising himself with his own depth. Joe then sat down by Iola, and the two watched the flower in silence for over an hour. They then walked home, holding hands, and staying silent.
The next day, Joe did get sick, but not because of himself being outside at that particular time.
The next day, Iola found the little white flower from the sidewalk crack, in a pot on her doorstep. Attached to the clay pot it had been put in, was a small note.
The littlest gestures and actions can mean the most. I hope this means something. - Joe