I saw a white tissue littering the ground beside the forest path. Annoyance swept in. Someone was being careless. My assessment and judgement came so fast and so quietly I almost missed it.
The tissue was not really a big deal. But that first reactive thought was illuminating.
As all this was running through my mind, I looked closer at the tissue. I could bring it home to dispose of it. But when I went to pick it up, I saw that it wasn't a tissue. It was my own handkerchief, one I had lost the day before.
Now I had no one to blame but myself.
How quick I'd been to jump to conclusions, when there was no blame to be found.
