I once met a man who was sweeping the tennis courts in a nearby park. We got to talking about my dogs. We got to talking about life, changes, and art. He could tell I was an artist. He could read that I had been going through some major life changes. I feel like this person knew all about me. Tears started welling up in my eyes. I was so moved by our exchange. It was reaffirming. He said to me “it’s good to see the tears”. Then he went back to sweeping the courts.
I once met a man who was sweeping the tennis courts in a nearby park. We got to talking about my dogs. We got to talking about life, changes, and art. He could tell I was an artist. He could read that I had been going through some major life changes. I feel like this person knew all about me. Tears started welling up in my eyes. I was so moved by our exchange. It was reaffirming. He said to me “it’s good to see the tears”. Then he went back to sweeping the courts.
Lovely storytelling. Good list ... plenty of trails to follow