He just stood there.
Wrinkled.
Crinkled.
Not a peep.
Unwavering.
He left me wondering.
What did he see?
What did he feel?
Network...
The pack...
The Wild Ordinary...
The wild ordinary…
…is a place
…a feeling.
It runs alongside everything.
We all share it.
And there’s no telling where it will take us.
It’s recognizing the fragility in the everyday.
How little we control.
It’s accepting there’s a shelf life to all of this.
To all of us.
It’s leaning into wherever we find ourselves and whomever we’re surrounded by.
It’s a knowing…
…that we don’t know.
Even my words here could never capture it.
Across from me...
Last night.
Across from me.
The simplest thing had me reaching for my camera.
Him.
Showered.
Stretched out.
Headphones.
YouTube.
His happy place for the moment.
The end of the week.
Everyone home -- safe and sound.
Me, with today 'off' because I decided that I'm not working on Fridays in February.
Time to breathe it all in.
