“I was surprised and yet…not”
last month was very full for me: i traveled across states and oceans, said a lot of important words out loud, signed significant documents. interestingly, what i remember most vividly among the blur of “life events” are chance encounters with strangers, solitary details, fleeting feelings. the weight of a glossy ceramic cup; bare feet on cold concrete, hands brushing across a table. this month: weighing the big and the small, equally.