I was sitting at the world’s longest red light this afternoon, when I noticed something new where something old had been.

Piddlers Antique Market, a fixture in town for a long time ( I had been told,) closed shop a few months ago. The building has been sitting empty, although I read in the paper that a Farmer’s Market would be taking up residence there at some point.

Looks like “some point” is almost here.

I was daydreaming about walking the few short blocks to the “Market” to pick up fresh produce when the light (finally) turned green.

As I rounded the corner and shifted into second, I smiled thinking there was something symbolic about old antiques giving way to new fruits and vegetables.

The solid reality of the past yielding to the fleeting uncertainty of the future.

Old things, built to last, to sustain themselves, giving space to things meant to sustain in the moment, things viable only for a season yet essential all the same.

I smiled as I pondered the dichotomy, the compare and contrast.

I smiled even more when I realized that despite any differences the occupants of this space may have, someone realized the similarities, gave a nod to the past, and kept the name the same.

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