"Something was comforting about strangers—it seemed like they would exist forever as the same, unknowable mass." ― Megan Boyle He sat on a park bench with War and Peace and is engrossed in it. When it was getting dark, he closed the book and became aware of the world around him. At sixty, having read the book a million times now, he should have been less engrossed with it. And yet, he just could not. While still thinking about the book, he looked around, noticing for the first time that someone else sat alongside him, on the farther corner of the bench. He noticed that she was just sitting quietly, looking about the park, when she suddenly turned her head and offered a polite smile. She held his gaze for a minute, when he returned her smile, before nodding a good bye and going her way. It was a Thursday evening. She made her way back to her home. Later that night, she settled on her bed, with a book in her hand. She suddenly remembered the stranger reading a book and was surp...
Musings of my inward-eye...