At the Rockfish on a Wednesday afternoon

I sit and look at everything around me and it seems that today is moving slow.

Hands wash a glass window methodically, not as if it were empty, but full from the other side looking out.

Full because the headless hand only sees what it wants to see... looking in...

Sometimes we seem too concerned with what's hiding behind the door, rather than what's waiting on the outside:

which in this case happens to be me!

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