I saw you.
I saw you scooch. We were in that tiny bathroom, two stalls, and we both just happened to come out at the same time, but you beat me to the sink. And rather than have me stand there, awkwardly, pretending to admire the bathroom art, while you finished your hygiene routine, I saw you move just the tiniest bit. It was almost imperceptible. But you scooched, allowing me a space to sidle up, and do things efficiently. I appreciate efficiency. And I appreciate you, Sink Goddess. You probably thought this was a skosh of kindness, but I interpreted it as a sky full of tenderness. It really touched me, and although I declined your offer with a, "Thank you, but I don't mind waiting," and then we joked about something I can't remember, I still think about that moment. I still think about you, Sink Goddess. *How often do we get to be present with one another like that? How often do we reach out to strangers? Or even those we don't consider strangers, but maybe who still are, in some aspects? It's amazing the things we walk by, unseen/untouched/unvoiced, every day.
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