November 11th Without a Plan

I didn’t plan this day.
It was Tuesday, November 11th – Poland’s Independence Day. I woke up tired, a bit without direction. Grey skies outside, cold, autumn. One of those days when you’re not sure what to do with yourself.

At some point I started cleaning. In the closet, I found a guitar from my high school days. It had been there for maybe twenty years. I took a picture of it and sent it to my eight-year-old nephew, asking if he’d like to have it.
He replied simply: “Yes.”

I drove to see him. He took the guitar in his hands and said only: “mine.” I smiled. I thought it was better for it to be played by him now than to keep standing in the corner.

Then we went to the skatepark. I rode my bike, he went by car with my brother. We talked while he played around.

On my way home, I heard music coming from the town square. There was an Independence Day concert, and a bonfire burning in the middle.
I stopped. Sat on the side and listened. There was something real about it – a small reminder that people still share something in common.

I don’t know if it was my best Independence Day. But definitely one of the days that puts something back in order inside you.