Watching humans for any length of time always ends up moving me. That’s partly why I’ve embraced my nightly coffee stops at a nearby cafe. It allows me to work on a new project while also observing a small stream of life from a safe vantage point. Mother and son smiling at each other while waiting for their dessert order. The first few bites a gruff forty-something guy with a military buzz-cut takes, and its apparent joy judging by his slight smile.
Most of us revert to the kids we were when we think no one is watching – no matter how old we grew, no matter how much we’ve accomplished, no matter how awful we’ve been; our childhoods are always somewhere within us.
It makes it more difficult to be cross with humanity when you think of it this way – a trick I shall endeavor to employ regularly when people start getting on my last frayed nerve (I’d say about three days ago – whoopsie-daisy.)
Now that Mercury has ceased its havoc-wreaking retrograde emotion, I’m hopeful the world calms its ass down a bit for the reminder of the holiday season. We shall see.
