Do you ever notice the trivial nuances of the world around you? I notice the smallest, miniscule details of the people with whom I come in contact. Take my co-worker, for instance. Everytime she opens a computer folder, she changes the view of the documents from “icon” to “list”. Everytime. Even if there are only three documents in the folder; she takes the extra two seconds to change the view. Why? There must be a reason. She must have a tick. Maybe one day I will ask her.
Or, yesterday, on the metro. I was on sensory overload. An old man in an American style cowboy hat and boots was playing a guitar for money. He had a little amp stand and a mic. He played songs that had happy melodies, but they only served to make me sad. I don’t really know why. On the other end of the metro car was a group of elementary school kids on a field trip with their teachers. They were laughing and singing. All the other passengers looked cold, their faces taut with angry expressions.
Look of Love ~ Diana Krall
I am content. I have everything I need. Moist chocolate cake, shot of espresso, jazz music, good conversation, cozy little French café. I could spend my whole life in a café, watching people as they come and go, eavesdropping on vibrant table conversations.
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