I had tarried at work, stealing a few minutes talking to someone who would soon be on the other side of the world, rather than racing home. Since our conversations always seemed effortless and those opportunities drawing to a close, I felt it important to spend some time there. It seamed like a good trade, but it put me into afterschool traffic and the start of rush hour.
I was walking down the street, heading for the subway, feeling my leg tighten with every step. My head wasn’t down, but it wasn’t scanning the crowd. Perhaps I was lost in thought, dreaming of a vacation I am uncertain as to whether I can take.
“Hey!” I heard a voice accompanied by a tap on the shoulder. It was a former colleague. I hadn’t seen her in years, maybe ten. In that time, many people had come and gone, most of them taking their names with them. Whether luck, or persistent memories, or something else, I grabbed the name from memory quickly.
“Kelly!? Wow! How nice to see you.”
We chatted about life and work, and work and life. I don’t really want to go into great detail about the conversation, except to say that she was more open and honest than I remember her being. Of course the passage of time, or my reluctance to nostalgize people may be the responsible for that impression. Like all of us, she had had her ups and downs, but she seemed to be rolling with the punches as good as anyone.
All I can say for sure is that I walked away from that conversation feeling better than I had all day. Maybe it was the novelty of it. Maybe it was reconnecting with someone. Maybe I just felt good that I had made enough of an impression upon her that she was willing and able to pick me out of a crowd and spend some time talking to me after so long.
It’s kind of cool when that happens
Shortly after that, I found myself waiting for the subway with a current colleague. We boarded the subway only for it to leave the platform, stop halfway through the tunnel, reverse and deposit us back on the platform again to wait for the next train.
I glanced at my horoscope on my way to work this morning. This is what it said.
Travels plans can get derailed and mechanical breakdowns can catch you off guard. Give yourself extra time during your commutes and have patience with others. It’s an accident-prone day.
Despite the fact that we work together, we had a fantastic discussion about art and the creation of art and how it relates to Taoism. Being a creative person, I waxed lyrical about the opportunities that blogging offers me to write and express myself. She explained what she wanted to get out of her art.
It never ceases to amaze me how many creative people there are; all hoping for their ideas to manifest themselves in this world. My creative juices were stirred.
Three conversations. Three Places. Three People. That’s some pretty easy math.