Today I saw something interesting. I’ve seen it before but
it never struck me this way before.
Two people talking, because they had crossed paths, in their
cars. They weren’t walking so they couldn’t walk together. They didn’t get out
of their cars, because it wasn’t going to be that long. That subtle insistence
that it be brief, and that the space between them remain. There’s something a
little4 sad about not being able to stop, sit, and visit for a bit. A day too
full, I say.
