Sit by a window always

Always a seat by a window, you won’t need a phone to distract you from the crowd. Don’t you just love watching people passing by? Everyone carrying themselves. A packed bag, a skateboard, and a baseball cap backward. Everyone is either walking, limping, running or standing and waiting for someone or something.

As your eyes bounce from one to another wonder, how is their day? Is he frowning because of the clammy weather? Or is it someone at work? Does she even have a job? Is it family? Are they lonely? is there a pet waiting for them at home?

And what about her? Is she wearing red to be seen today? or does she feel confident in her skin? what, was that smile? did she notice the guy looking at her from the coffee shop? yeah, he is cute, you see him too don’t you?

Sometimes my bouncing eyes catch someone looking at me, I feel exposed! Like I’m caught doing something weird like intruding in people’s life trying to know them by how they walk and talk… without interacting with them. I feel like a thief caught red-handed, but I smile, before I look down or look away, I smile at them. Sometimes they smile back with a nod, sometimes they don’t. I keep browsing through the crowd, looking while I remember to drink my coffee before it gets cold.
Sometimes I see a little girl walking with her head down, looking insecure, I say a prayer. Suddenly I remember to pray, I pray. I pray for her for them may you never discover the ugly side of humanity I pray. feel drained by this. so I look away, I look for nature. A tiny bird hovering over a tree, branches moving, some leaves had fallen adding color to the rocks of the streets. Flower pots on windows, the grey sky, and those shy clouds. inhale… exhale… life is beautiful. It is beautiful to be alive.

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