Faithful and beloved reader, hello. In lieu of an attempt to fill you in on my long silence, I present you a collection of what are to me, Precious Moments: A man steps onto the crowded 1 train, holding a fresh vanilla swirl ice cream cone with chocolate walnut toppings. He squeezes into the seat next to me, I open my new library book, and he steadily licks his cone. My curiosity in his decision to take a fresh swirl straight down into the subway is distracting. Instead of catching the words on the page in my lap, I wonder if he’s done this before, if he regrets this choice, or if this is something he does regularly, if his mind is somewhere else, or if he’s present, enjoying it, how could he be enjoying it? My mom always says, “People are funnier than anyone,” which she’s probably quoting from someone else.
being home always feels much better after leaving home❤️