Today, after a tasty afternoon beer that accompanied a stilted conversation that seemed to have no future, I was in need of some reflection.
I found myself seated at a window on the world, looking out at the people passing by. I tried guessing their ages, names, languages and dinner plans. I saw families I knew were going home to eat pork chops. I saw a beautiful young woman destined to eat sushi with a suitor, sure that she will have decided before the last course that he isn’t right for her. I saw arguments, probably over directions, happening in front of me.
What is it about the window on the world that makes even the normal seem outlandish? What is it about the window on the world that magnifies the insignificant and shrinks the relevant.
My dinner entertainment ended when the burrito filled my stomach with spicy goodness.