Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Three ladies sit in a circle. They've lived a lot of life, and now they sit, at rest. One lady teaches the others to knit.

I wonder who they are and what their stories are. I won't find out and it bothers me. Sometimes it frustrates me how curious I am. If I'm never to know, why do I still care? The desire to understand people is almost a burden. Almost. But not quite.

Quietly, I type in the corner. They might notice me, but honestly, probably not. And that's alright with me. But even without them knowing, our lives are intersecting. For jut a brief instant in time, we arrive at the same place.

Time for me to study again...