Thank you.

Today I sat in a hallway reading a book. Sinking into it word by word only being flung back to reality occationally by the sound of a piano out of tune, heels clicking on marble floors and held back laughter. I smiled, but wasn't fully aware of what was going on around me. The building is interesting, it's floors almost lavitating around a tube in the middle, looking down or up gives you a glance of what's going on beneath or what's over your head. The more I listened the more quiet the world grew, eventually it was just me, words, piano and laughter, and those occational heel clicks.

I felt as if though I should throw my head back and let my hair flow down over the ledge of the floor, the air catching it and blowing it towards my face. I didn't. That would have been silly. Yet I was filled by an essence too satisfying to deny. I'm here and I'm part of something.

Thank you world for reminding me of your presence and thank you for letting me be part of it.