brothers

I know that the best part of my life today was when my work-brother stepped into a trash can. Into. I was saying, 'turn on the lights!' because he was working in the shipping room in the dark. And he responded, 'Hey. I can see just fine' just as he was accidentally backing into the trash can. Into. It came up to his knees and he flailed his arms just in time to keep from crashing to the floor. This is perfect. Not perfect in the way the diamond ring from my real-brother catches the light on my new-sister's finger, because that is also perfect. But the trash can tipping and buckling was perfect like if I've been outside in the cold rain for three hours and then come home to warm garlic bread. The engagement? That's like a Brahms Symphony. Just so.