Blink

This morning I happened to catch my own eyes in the mirror.
The force of habit cultivated over a millenium gone by causes me to take for granted seeing myself from the inside out. Today was one of those rare days when something made me stop and really look, deep into my own eyes, from the outside in.
A jarring experience, when it happens, avoided with intentionality more often than not. Unavoidable, if purely the chance of happenstance, today.
This morning, just like every time before, I met my own taciturn gaze.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked.
There was no reply.
And this morning, just like every time before, the silence seemed to say it all.

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Last night I visted a special friend, it was nice knowing each and every word that was said was not only heard but absorbed and stored in a special place. This earth needs more people like that. Thanks special friend.