Air

Nothing beats sitting outside a cafe, mid-afternoon, in the shadow of a building towering above you, pulling your coat around you to keep you warm from the wind, and sipping green tea as you talk with a friend whose bags are at your feet and is just on the safe edge of being late for a flight that will bring him to the other side of the country.

As calmly intense as the conversation was - there were forces ... a pressure in the air, you could say - around us which signaled that time is a fluid beast. It made me realize that I was an active participant in the conversation. I wanted to push against the air. I wanted to be in that conversation ... at that moment ... in that space. Clarity just sneaks up like that sometimes.