The first morning that I was in Alaska, I was standing in front of my daughter’s picture window, drinking strong coffee, and watching the rising sun paint the waters of the bay in beautiful pinks and oranges, when the doorbell rang. We looked at each other in surprise and I asked her if she was expecting anyone. She said that she wasn’t, but hurried off to see who had come a-calling.
I was in my fuzzy, leopard-print pajama pants, and a souvenir sweatshirt from the San Francisco airport, (also known as my cold-weather pajamas), when my daughter came back into the living room, with a woman following her. The lovely gal, named Linda, was one of the state directors of the program that my daughter had relocated to Alaska in order to work with.
My daughter introduced us, and the woman blurted out that she was so excited to meet Summer Prescott because she and her mother love reading my books. It was the first time that I had ever spontaneously run into a reader (outside of my home town), and it was in an Alaskan wilderness town of 2500 people – to say that I was amazed was quite an understatement.
And yes…I was in my pajamas, which made me giggle quite a bit after Linda left. That moment, though, made my day. It’s so cool to be reminded that my work, my passion, my writing, is something that brightens days and provides a fun and mysterious escape for those who need one every now and again. I was humbled and thrilled to say the least.
The moral of the story…face the world with a smile, even if you’re in your pajamas, because you might be meeting someone who makes your day. 🙂